It was 4 a.m.

Rob_Royale

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When I got up having to relieve myself and remembering the dream I just woke up from. I got back in bed as my brain starts chewing on that dream, finding the story within it. After an hour I just got up and I'm sitting on the couch now with a notebook.

Am I the only one who used to sleep so much fucking better before becoming a writer? 😞

A man, sixty-three years old, takes his teenage granddaughter to the carnival. She's old enough that going with her friends would be much preferred but she's sweet enough that she'd never say so to her grandfather. The two are sitting beneath a tent happily munching a corn dog with extra-extra mustard, when she walked in the tent and the world shifted on it's axis.

"Diane?"

*sigh* I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead.
 
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Insomnia is definitely good for time and ideas for the writing, I even based a story on that, I think, way back.
Not sure which came first, the insomnia or the writing
 
When I got up having to relieve myself and remembering the dream I just woke up from. I got back in bed as my brain starts chewing on that dream, finding the story within it. After an hour I just got up and I'm sitting on the couch now with a notebook.

Am I the only one who used to sleep so much fucking better before becoming a writer? 😞

A man, sixty three years old, takes his teenage daughter to the carnival. She's old enough that going with her friends would be much preferred but she's sweet enough that she's never say so to her grandfather. The two are sitting beneath a tent happily munching a corn dog with extra-extra mustard, when she walked in the tent and the world shifted on it's axis.

"Diane?"

*sigh* I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead.
daughter or granddaughter?
though I still write dad/daughter I'm at the age where granddaughter makes more sense, so I wrote a few of those as well. They've done well, so I'm guessing there is n audience for more.
Here's a starter, see what you can do with it:

It was 4:00 a.m. when my granddaughter saw my light on as she tried to sneak out to meet her boyfriend.
"Grandpa, how come you aren't sleeping?"
"I guess I'll sleep when I dead."
No way I was going to tell my granddaughter that it was naughty dreams of her that were waking me up, with the most magnificent hardons I had sprouted in thirty years. Then she might not wear those flimsy shortie nighties...
 
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