I often forget or don’t bother to remember thoughts that I have just before drifting off to sleep or during half-awake moments in the middle of the night. The other day I did preserve three thoughts by turning on the light and jotting some words before going back to sleep. I pass them along here.
+ I wonder if the word “job” is related to the biblical person Job. That would explain our long-suffering attitude toward jobs.
+ I opened my eyes in the night to see the dim light of a full moon. I leaned over to the window to see a beautiful moon surrounded by a ring of light. I need to look up more.
+ What would “writing full time” look like if I retired to write full time? It would help if I knew what I expected. I certainly have enough leftover time every day that I could start practicing full-time writing anytime.
After all, does a “full-time writer” really sit down and write for (say) eight hours a day? Or does she scratch out what she can when she can, just like I do now? Maybe I’m already as much of a “full-time writer” as I would ever be anyway.
In the end, I always come back to the thought that I may want to stop thinking and just write.
