I keep a calendar, a notebook with handwritten times, places and reminders. I write down my work schedule, plus any other non-negotiable tasks, in pen. Things I should do, need to do at some point, are in pencil. Easily erased, never there, no shame in lack of accomplishment.
What I want to write down every day, in pen, is sleep. Between appointments, between work sessions, between pick-ups and drop-offs it would be there – sleep. Nap. In the car, on my bed, or sofa – any place really, so long as it’s warm. I can always sleep. And I always want to sleep. It is my less-than-secret passion, the great love of my life. It’s ridiculous, but it’s true. I am never done with sleep, and it is never done with me.
Some nights I put it off, delaying the gratification. Some nights, early in the week, I give in and crawl into my bed by 9pm and just let it take over. In Pete Holmes’ comedy special he talks about being a new parent and how sleep is different now, because you don’t get to fall asleep and stay asleep, but instead get to fall asleep about 22 times per night – and isn’t that the best part, the falling asleep? I completely agree.
Mike has to have the room completely dark and buzzing with white noise for a good night’s sleep. For me, both curtains and a window open is preferable – real sounds from outside and real light in the morning help with sleeping and waking up. And the waking up is never easy; whether I’ve been down for 6 hours or 10, I rely on an alarm, plus at least a couple smacks to the snooze button.
And then there are my dreams. But that’s another 300 Words. At least.
I was born in Oswego, NY,
"I had always wanted to be a writer, but was impeded by the belief that to be a writer one had to be extraordinary, and I knew I wasn't. By the time I was ready to give up my academic career I had realized that while books are extraordinary, writers themselves are no more or less special than anyone else." The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield