‘Here we go again,’ I think, looking across at the clock. ‘For God’s sake! Its four o’clock in the morning. Can’t you just let me go back to sleep?’
But my brain is having none of it. ‘I’ve thought of a great idea.’
I tut. ‘Shut up and leave me alone.’
‘But you’ll like it, I promise.’
‘No! I’m tired.’
‘Come on, you’ll love me for it in the morning.’
‘No, I won’t!’
‘OK, suit yourself, but you’ll be cursing when you wake up and you’ve totally forgotten that brilliant idea I gave you, and all because you couldn’t be bothered writing it down. You’ll be sitting at that machine again, getting frustrated because it all sounds rubbish. And here I am, giving it away for free.’
‘Alright!’ I snap. ‘But make it quick. You know I find it hard to get back to sleep again once I’m fully awake.’
It’s at this point that I decide my brain must be male. What woman would put me through this night after night? I picture him bouncing around with anticipation.
‘OK,’ he says, his voice full of enthusiasm now. ‘It’s about that bit you were struggling with?’
‘Oh yeah,’ I say, warming to him.
‘Yeah. I’ve thought of a brilliant way you can get round it.’
I try to shake off my sleepiness. I’d love to just turn over and go back to sleep right now but I know I daren’t miss this opportunity. I flick the bedside lamp on, the light stinging my tired eyes. Then I turn the light down low and reach for my notepad.
‘Come on then, but just this once and then I’m done. What have you got?’
‘OK, here goes. You should go back in time in the next chapter and keep the readers waiting for the denouement. There’s a bit you left unexplained anyway so it will keep them interested while they’re flicking through the pages like they’re swatting a fly.’ I can feel the excitement oozing out of him as he adds, ‘Ooh, they’ll be so eager to get to the next chapter.’
I must admit, I’m quite impressed with the idea and I quickly jot it down in my little notepad in the semi-darkness, hoping it will be legible in the morning. It’s not long before I fill in two pages then I switch the lamp back off and try to relax.
But the brain is fully awake now and it’s not long before he disturbs me again. ‘Eh, I’ve thought of something else.’
‘Don’t push your luck! I only agreed to the one idea.’
‘But I’ve thought of a great cliff-hanger. Chapter 41, the one you’ve just written, it ended a bit drearily, didn’t it?’
‘It wasn’t that bad.’
‘Oh, it was! And it wasn’t half as good as chapter 40. But I know a way you can spice it up.’
I try to ignore him and carry on with my quest to get back to sleep. ‘You’ll thank me for it in the morning,’ he whispers, tapping at my skull.
‘You’re such a pain in the arse!’
‘Yeah, but you love me for it, don’t you?’
I can’t resist a smile as I switch the lamp back on and scribble down some more notes. Again, I’m impressed. My conscious mind would never have thought of that. This time I switch the light off quickly, turn over and wrap the duvet around my head, in a vague attempt to drown out the constant interruptions. But it’s no use; he’s soon making his presence felt.
‘Psst. Me again. Have you thought about what you’re going to put in the chapter after next?’
‘No, I’ll deal with it in the morning.’
‘You sure?’ he asks, sounding hurt. ‘Only…’
‘Stop it! You’re giving me bloody writer’s cramp.’
‘I’m worth it though. Go on. Write it down. You know you want to… Please… Pretty please.’
I swipe the duvet viciously away, feeling myself weakening into submission again. ‘For God’s sake! Why do you always get your own bloody way?’
‘Because you love me.’
‘You wish! And stop being so bloody cute!’ I say resignedly as I switch on the lamp for the third time.
The thought occurs to me that if there are shift workers living across the way, then they probably think I’m practising Morse code. This bloody lamp has been on and off so many times, and it was the same last night. What I wouldn’t give for a decent night’s sleep! But I know that will be impossible until I’ve cracked it with this novel.
After the fourth interruption, I finally settle down to sleep. But I wake up in the morning feeling groggy with the after-effects of a restless night. I switch on the lamp one more time and swing my legs out of bed.
Then I notice it. The pad on the bedside cabinet. I pick it up and quickly flick through. Five pages full of notes, both sides. Wow! I’m ecstatic.
‘Y’know brain, you’re not so bad after all,’ I admit, grudgingly.
‘It’s only because I care. I did it all for you.’
I smile. ‘I know. I suppose it was worth it.’
Then I rush downstairs, determined to overcome my grogginess and get this lot down on the PC while I’m still buzzing.
6 thoughts on “Conversations with my Brain”
I related to your every word here, Heather, though I’m not sure I could have captured the scenario in such a clever way. It reminds me of the much-asked question writers often hear… ‘Where do you get
your ideas from?’ Just four words are needed in reply: Out of my head!
Thanks for visiting my blog, Marilyn, and for your lovely words. BTW I recently read Baggy Pants and Bootees and really enjoyed it. It’s been on my Kindle for ages but I’ve only just got round to reading it. I’ve left a review but it will appear under my actual name of Diane. 🙂
Thanks, Heather – I really appreciate you taking the time to leave me a review. Good luck with
your writing, as always.
You’re welcome, Marilyn, and good luck to you too. 🙂
Good post, Heather. Know the feeling. I think a lot of people will relate to it, not just authors. Interrupted sleep is never the same as an uninterrupted night though, is it?
Thanks, Guy. You’re right, it isn’t. 🙂