What is *wrong* with me?
These days I tend not to set an alarm for myself, which means I get to wake up gradually and naturally, rather than being catapulted out of sleep.
During this process, my brain randomly wanders along various topics, which often include bits of writing. And sometimes it offers up interesting ideas.
But there’s “interesting,” and then there’s “ooh! i know! vivisection!”
. . . it’s even worse because that’s a good idea for its context. Kind of perfect, actually. But brain, please to be waiting on the vivisection-related suggestions until I’m more awake? Please?