It’s time for my second sleep.

I’ve been awake since 3:30 in the morning. It was a dream that woke me... a dream that came with a wonderful new idea. So I sat up in bed, opened my great, big, idea book... and began to write...

We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep ~ The Tempest, William Shakespeare

I love early mornings. It is the perfect time for writing. The rest of the world is sleeping... As dawn breaks I’ll walk down to the sea... and watch the world come to life again...

I’ve come to accept the ebb and flow of my sleep. Like the tide it seems to rise and fall with the moon cycle... And I make the most of it. Some days it is high tide and waves of tiredness flow over me... I let myself be carried out to sea to drift on the ocean of my dreams...

Other times the tide is low and sleep just laps at my ankles... I am awake, alert, active... that’s when ideas rouse me from my slumber and demand to be written down. So I go with the flow...

It’s 10:00 am and I’ve already had a full day.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone. ~ Emily Bronte

Now it’s time for my second sleep...