Snug in bed, brain fuzzy from sleep, I have a story idea. What to do? Try to remember it until tomorrow? This story is too good to risk. Write it down? With my chicken scratchings, this solution is almost as bad. Type it on my phone? My fat fingers would render it incoherent.
There really is only one thing I can do. I drag myself out of bed and sit at my computer while the idea is fresh. Just paying my dues to be a writer. Sleep is overrated.
