Nighttime Woes
Never should I have drunk wine with my meds last night! Other than having a terrific headache this morning, dreams kept waking me up most of the night. The surviving grace, if one can call it that, I remember most of the dreams [all science fiction] and are now committing them into summaries and outlines.
Either me or someone else may be able to convert them into short stories and possible a novel on one in particular. It is at these moments that I begin to feel self-pity at my failing health and memory.
Never should I have drunk wine with my meds last night! Other than having a terrific headache this morning, dreams kept waking me up most of the night. The surviving grace, if one can call it that, I remember most of the dreams [all science fiction] and are now committing them into summaries and outlines.
Either me or someone else may be able to convert them into short stories and possible a novel on one in particular. It is at these moments that I begin to feel self-pity at my failing health and memory.
Again it is time to repeat D.H. Lawrence’s poem on self-pity:
Either me or someone else may be able to convert them into short stories and possible a novel on one in particular. It is at these moments that I begin to feel self-pity at my failing health and memory.
Never should I have drunk wine with my meds last night! Other than having a terrific headache this morning, dreams kept waking me up most of the night. The surviving grace, if one can call it that, I remember most of the dreams [all science fiction] and are now committing them into summaries and outlines.
Either me or someone else may be able to convert them into short stories and possible a novel on one in particular. It is at these moments that I begin to feel self-pity at my failing health and memory.
Again it is time to repeat D.H. Lawrence’s poem on self-pity:
SELF-PITY
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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