Lately, I’ve been having trouble sleeping.  Well, that’s not true … I’ve been having trouble sleeping IN.  Anymore I’ll just roll out of bed at 4 or 5am.  No alarm.  No smoke detector blaring.  No obnoxious person next to me sleep-kicking.  My eyes will just suddenly pop open and I’m ready for my day.

Sucks.

Now, though, if I wake up before the rooster crows, I’ll grab my handy-dandy laptop and immediately start typing.  It really doesn’t matter what pops in to my head.  I’ll roll with it and flesh it out.  The sad part?  I’ve done some of my best work at the break of dawn.

I asked my editor Kevin his theory.  And he said he’s at the zenith of his writing ability in the early morning hours as well.  According to him, he writes before he speaks to anyone or has any sort of human interaction.  That’s hard for him to accomplish.  He has so many kids he should live in a shoe.

I hate waking up when it isn’t a necessary evil.  I feel like I’ve just been double-crossed by my body.  And I usually treat my body pretty well.  (Minus last weekend in Vegas, of course.)

This particular blog entry (and a so-so one at that) was written about 11pm before I went to bed.  Well, technically I was IN bed …. just couldn’t fall asleep.  It’s a cross to bear.  I’ll probably pop out of bed in 6.5 hours raring to go.  And raring to pee, but that’s another story, believe me