I had four columns going at the same time and the ideas just kept coming. Usually, when the muse descends like that, it's inconvenient and I can't stop to write it down. I did lose some stuff yesterday because the muse kept pounding on me as I was cooking dinner.
Isn't that how it usually is? When we feel most inspired, we are helpless to do anything about it. Sometimes when I've had a bad day, I'll plot the next day just as I'm falling asleep and start feeling inspired, only to have the ideas fade away in my dreams. Sometimes I think the inspiration isn't really real, it's just in the hallucinogenic frame of mind we have just when we are falling asleep. If I were to wake up and try and capture it, it would probably be as fleeting as trying to fall asleep again.
All I know, is my life is very bright and successful in those moments before sleep. Maybe it's just good for our brains to have that euphoria at some point during the day, even if it is just as we're going to sleep. When I'm in that place, I'm thin, fit and a well-known writer.
In the waking hours I have to be happy with pleasantly plump, out of shape and a writer who is known and loved by my friends. And that's okay for now. I've gotta have something to dream about.