I'm a professional insomniac and hopeful writer. I write a lot. I sleep a little. Some of my books are exercises in creative writing and exorcising the demon words that keep me awake. Others--I'll try to get published so I won't feel so guilty about writing instead of cleaning.
I'm a mother to quirky children, wife to an uber geek, and my life is full of crazy. If you have questions or comments about B or T, OCD, or Autism, just ask or email me.
Otherwise this is my life as a writer and a struggling insomniac... wait. Scratch that... reverse it.
HEY! Peeps! This is going to become my personal blog and my writing/author blog will be on my website here: http://wendysparrow.com/
I'll be cross-posting initially but may switch over to keeping them separate.
Somehow I'd managed to forget the nightmares that come with OCD reasserting its hold on your mind. Wow. Hitchcock and King have nothing on the depth of nightmares that a tortured mind can create. Part history and part demon. Then the familiarity of faces in the depths of hell. It's a special brand of horror individualized and meant to grip you long after you wake up. Plus, it seems twice as vile because with OCD comes insomnia so you feel like you begged to have your heart ripped out. It took me an hour at 4 a.m. to get to sleep.
I've had nightmares my whole life so you'd think you'd get used to it... but you don't.
My cold feels a bit lighter today. We'll see if the hours keep it that way.