When I’m writing the first draft of a book, I go into the oddest sleep pattern – let’s just call it insomnia. I can rarely sleep more than three hours at a time.
It’s frankly miserable and I’m growing to hate it. I want to sleep eight hours, darn it.
Added to the first draftitis is another problem: Flash the Wonder Pooch starts whining at me at 3:00 AM. So, I have to get up, take him out and feed him, then collapse back in bed and try to go back to sleep.
I remembered when Flash got out of his little bedroom gate one night. He didn’t wake me until 6:00. The bedroom area is much bigger than a crate, but let’s not even talk about how much Flash hates the crate. I don’t think I’ve used it since the first few nights he came to live with me.
Two nights ago, I tried an experiment. I said to Flash, “Time to go to bed,” the words that propel him into the bedroom. (I cannot tell a lie – he gets kibble – which is the reason for the eagerness). He runs to his bedroom area and sits, waiting for me to close the gate, then dispense the beloved kibble. Two nights ago, I moved the gate to the side and said, “Nope. no gate tonight, buddy boy, but here’s your kibble.”
Most the of the night Flash sidles up to the gate, rolls over and lays there spread-eagle, airing out everything. It makes me laugh every time. But without the gate there, would Flash get to air himself? Where, exactly, would he sleep in the bedroom? Would he hate the new arrangement?
(Inquiring minds want to know.)
- He slept all over the bedroom and on the bathroom floor. While I was reading he chose three different spots.
- I don’t know if he slept on his back anywhere because I crashed and burned shortly afterward.
- He did NOT wake me up by whining. He didn’t make a sound. I woke up naturally (6 hours later!!!!).
I tried the experiment last night with the same results. Maybe Flash the Wonder Pooch was just a little claustrophobic. Maybe he just wanted to roam. He didn’t have an accident and he didn’t seem desperate when I let him out this morning. Maybe after awhile he’ll pick a favorite spot.
Now, to get past the first draftitis…