Years ago, my friend who retired told me that she always stayed up past midnight. I made a bold statement and said that I thought I could never do that - BUT - today, I will pull the truth out and talk about a new quirky habit => sliding in at the end of the night to write. I developed a penchant for burning the midnight oil even though I said I would never do that. I cannot deny this new practice I have fallen into. My muse must be quite upset about breaking her sleep to nudge me to rise and finish writing. Another truth unfolds: a new job has been taken by my husband who quietly tries to remove the laptop off my lap on or before midnight.
Last night I was all set to post my slice of life for the Two Writing Teachers March challenge but nodded out once again with my laptop on my lap and head in the pillow until my husband resurrected me. Drats! I would have made the deadline if it wasn't for the cozy comfort of writing in bed. On March 1st, I fell asleep while writing a response to Darin Johnson's post. I just found the evidence of that in my open file.