Last night, I stayed up writing till 3:30 in the morning. I didn't start till 11:00 when I got home from my little writers' group, but still...I don't know where the energy came from. It was as combination of journaling - which I desperately needed, and have been neglecting - and working on part of a story for my still hypothetical Book About My Family. I was also watching Sabrina - the remake. Why is Greg Kinnear not a bigger movie star?
Anyway...this particular episode in the story about my family is an imagined one about the marriage of my Uncle Jackie - my grandmother's brother - and his wife, my Aunt Liz, who became my grandmother's best friend. Liz and Jackie had a tempestuous life together, and there's a lot to their story. It's been fun to have some grains of truth to work with, as well as a chance to imagine them as characters instead of people that I actually knew. Who knows what will come of it, but since it's my first real attempt at fiction (well...the type of fiction suitible for potential public consideration), I'm still proud ot have gotten something out of my head and into my computer. Now, to just do that, like, a thousand more times.
I also got a good idea for a play for Thayer next year, one that I can write to suit my kids and make the most of their talents and use as many of them as possible.
All in all, it was a very inspiring night, and though multitudes of coffee must be consumed this afternoon, I wouldn't trade it.