Last night I had a migraine starting when I went to bed. I took some medicine and prayed it would help. I’m not sure it helped with the migraine but it did allow me to write an entire book while I slept. And the bonus, the book is intended to be made into a movie.
I woke up about every hour and wrote down what had happened during the last hour of sleep. I even casted who would star in the movie adaptation of the book. Denzel Washington, in case you’re interested.
I woke up at one point and Lola was staring at me intently while standing over me. I must have been yelling at the actors for not portraying my book correctly. Poor Denzel, he’s probably sorry he took the job. But dammit, I have a vision! I am an artist.
I’m going to be the next John Grisham.
P.S. I still have the migraine so I plan on taking more medicine after the Littles leave today and maybe I’ll write a sequel to last night’s story. It did end on a cliffhanger so I think it’s going to be a series.