I only have 75 pages left of my revisions (WOOT!!! Happy dance! *belly jiggles till I almost fall over*). But late last night I got stuck — the-staring-at-the-flashing-cursor-for-45-minutes kind of stuck. Rather than waste any more time, I folded three loads of laundry while watching with DWTS. Some sort of productivity always makes me feel better.
At 3 a.m. I woke up from a dead sleep and was finally unstuck. Did I get up and write? Heavens no! I laid there till 5:30 a.m. and stewed. Then my day started.
It’s 12:30 p.m.. I haven’t written at all, am totally exhausted, and probably need a nap. Should I have just gotten up at 3 a.m. to write even though I would have drawn my husband’s ire?
Does your muse ever strike in the middle of the night? Do you get up and work? Can you get back to sleep or are you plagued by story ideas until your alarm goes off?