Brain vs Body

What is so fascinating to me is that you have been at this for over a year, you wrote fifty stories, yet you clearly still feel this intense obsession with writing, @StillStunned. Working on story ideas as soon as you close your eyes - I remember being like that for like, I don't know, maybe half a year at the most?
Somehow, you seem to keep that fire burning with the same intensity regardless of the passing of time. It's remarkable. What's your secret?
 
I don't want to sleep at night. Stuff might happen. I don't know why I have no problem with stuff happening during daylight hours, just nighttime hours.
 
Is that really you and your motorcycle?
Yep, me in my Chili pepper shirt on my 1983 Yamaha Venture. We were at a quilt shop doing a "quilt shop hop". My wife was in the store and I was bored so it was nap time for me.

Comshaw
 
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Do you have to get up for a job in the morning? At what time do you usually get up for that?
Me? Anywhere between 6am and 9am. My wife anywhere between 6am and 8am.
For real, I thought this was going to be about so-called "sapiosexuality."
What we used to call "I want to fuck your brains out."
They're Pinky, they're Pinky, they're Pinky and the Brain Brain Brain Brain, Brain Brain Brain Brain...
What is so fascinating to me is that you have been at this for over a year, you wrote fifty stories, yet you clearly still feel this intense obsession with writing, @StillStunned. Working on story ideas as soon as you close your eyes - I remember being like that for like, I don't know, maybe half a year at the most?
Somehow, you seem to keep that fire burning with the same intensity regardless of the passing of time. It's remarkable. What's your secret?
I don't know. Pent up creativity? Finally having the outlet I've been searching for for the past forty years?

All I can say is I absolutely love writing, love crafting stories, love putting the words down. I even love editing my stories. It's like a cross between daydreaming, creating a puzzle that only you can solve, and polishing a gemstone until it gleams and sparkles.

TL;DR: I just love it.
 
All I can say is I absolutely love writing, love crafting stories, love putting the words down. I even love editing my stories. It's like a cross between daydreaming, creating a puzzle that only you can solve, and polishing a gemstone until it gleams and sparkles.

TL;DR: I just love it.
One of the best descriptions of the mentality behind the joy of writing I've come across *standing ovation*
 
That little experience proved one thing to me, that the human mind and body can adapt to some of the most extreme circumstances. So to me, Hicks catching a few zee's on the way down didn't seem to me to be out of the ordinary. Either that or I'm just a big ol' bundle of dead, insensitive nerves. I won't be taking bets on which it is.

That's exactly how I took it - a way of showing that Hicks is experienced enough to have learned that skill of sleeping even in the worst conditions. It sets up the contrast with Gorman's inexperience ("uh, two...including this one") which becomes very important later on.

It's funny what we can and can't get used to. If I'm staying near a busy road, I can get use to sleeping through traffic noise. But I never got used to my partner's sleep apnea, because that's the sound of somebody having trouble breathing and that's a problem. Thankfully CPAP has largely fixed that.
 
All I can say is I absolutely love writing, love crafting stories, love putting the words down. I even love editing my stories. It's like a cross between daydreaming, creating a puzzle that only you can solve, and polishing a gemstone until it gleams and sparkles.

TL;DR: I just love it.
That, and I'm pretty sure what it does to/for the redhead factors in as well. Just a thought. :)
 
That's exactly how I took it - a way of showing that Hicks is experienced enough to have learned that skill of sleeping even in the worst conditions. It sets up the contrast with Gorman's inexperience ("uh, two...including this one") which becomes very important later on.

It's funny what we can and can't get used to. If I'm staying near a busy road, I can get use to sleeping through traffic noise. But I never got used to my partner's sleep apnea, because that's the sound of somebody having trouble breathing and that's a problem. Thankfully CPAP has largely fixed that.
I'll bet that if your partner's breathing changed, a gasp, a rattle, a pause, anything out of the regular pattern you came wide awake huh? That's what I was talking about when I mentioned knowing the difference between incoming and outgoing rounds in my sleep. The mind can adapt even in sleep. To me that's amazing.


Comshaw
 
I'll bet that if your partner's breathing changed, a gasp, a rattle, a pause, anything out of the regular pattern you came wide awake huh? That's what I was talking about when I mentioned knowing the difference between incoming and outgoing rounds in my sleep. The mind can adapt even in sleep. To me that's amazing.


Comshaw
The first time my oldest slept through the night, what woke me up was that he wasn't crying...
 
Yes, but not at 4.30 in the morning!
Didn't we mention this somewhere before? Give yourself five, maybe seven minutes to write some notes, then go back to sleep. Bits of dialogue you might use are good too. You don't actually have to write text, even if the story has been on-going on for a while. If it's an entirely new tale, my experience is that the notes will jog your memory when you look at them again.

I can tell when it's getting near five AM when the first trains out of Danbury or wherever start passing through. The ones with the big Diesels are especially noisy. Sometimes I just don't want to look at the clock. Oh yeah, then there are the motorcycle guys on the Parkway. That can be any time of the day or night.
 
That little experience proved one thing to me, that the human mind and body can adapt to some of the most extreme circumstances. So to me, Hicks catching a few zee's on the way down didn't seem to me to be out of the ordinary. Either that or I'm just a big ol' bundle of dead, insensitive nerves. I won't be taking bets on which it is.
I used to regularly sleep in nightclubs, at the edge of a dancefloor. Ideally behind a group of friends so I didn't get a succession of suddenly-'concerned' men coming and waking me up. Got that I'd tell staff I was having a nap, then have a couple hours kip before heading for the first Tube train on a Sunday morning. The vibrating floor was almost like a lullaby. Others never seemed to manage it.

I'm still good at falling asleep on trains and waking up for my stop. It's actually easier, now I can set an alarm, even though the tracks have got louder and there's the constant announcements.

But acute or chronic stress can occasionally stop me sleeping - baby-caused sleep deprivation left me unable to relax enough and ended up hallucinating. Not good. Then there's just bog-standard waking up from pain. The good painkillers give huge hangovers, or there's the ones where I stop caring so stay up, writing Lit stories among other things, while off my tits. In some cases it shows...
 
Didn't we mention this somewhere before? Give yourself five, maybe seven minutes to write some notes, then go back to sleep. -snip-
While this may work for you (and I’m envious if so!) it don’t always be like that, at least for me. Typically takes a lot of effort to stop the mental noise or lower it enough to conk out, and once it starts back up it takes the same effort again.

YMMV - I certainly don’t recommend running a mind like this deliberately!
 
That little experience proved one thing to me, that the human mind and body can adapt to some of the most extreme circumstances. So to me, Hicks catching a few zee's on the way down didn't seem to me to be out of the ordinary. Either that or I'm just a big ol' bundle of dead, insensitive nerves. I won't be taking bets on which it is.

Comshaw
I never saw action, but in boot camp we were so sleep deprived that I was able to sleep standing up in formation. I'd start marching before my eyes opened.
 
I never saw action, but in boot camp we were so sleep deprived that I was able to sleep standing up in formation. I'd start marching before my eyes opened.
I'm going to digress a bit, but I assume they are preparing you to be sleep-deprived on a deployment. (Or war, I should call it.) That has been the case throughout history.
 
A sequel.

Brain: "Hey!"
Body: "Leave me alone. I have to work."
Brain: "Hey! HEY!"
Body: "Fine, what do you want?"
Brain: "You know that story you're working on? The one we managed to get moving again?"
Body: "Yes. We wrote nearly a thousand words yesterday. Good stuff."
Brain: "Well, abandon it. I've got a much better story!"
Body: "No. NO. We're going to finish this one first."
Brain: "You haven't even heard my idea yet. I promise you, you'll love it."
Body: "No. Now go away. I have to work. Maybe if I finish on time, I can get some more writing done later. On that first story."
Brain: "A man spies a coven of witches summoning a demon."
Body: ...
Brain: "Full moon. Haunted hill. His girlfriend and her two best friends."
Body: ...
Brain: "Fantasy *and* voyeurism!"
Body: "Fuck. We're doing this, aren't we?"
 
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