August is on the way out in a big way; there is a blue moon in the sky tonight.
You know what a blue moon is, right? It’s the second full moon for a particular month, and it doesn’t have very often. After tonight, you won’t see another blue moon until 2015–according to Sky View Cafe online, July, 2015, will see the next blue moon. (Note of interests: you have to wait until January, 2018, for the one after that. Which means we’ll have a full moon on New Years Day.)
So as I lay in bed last night, the pre-blue moon was shinning upon me. It wasn’t keeping me awake; in fact, I don’t get to see the moon very often when I head off to bed. There’s something comforting about that cool, white light that puts you to ease. At least for me, that’s what happens.
Except for last night . . . no, last night was not a good night.
I tossed and turned getting to sleep, and this morning I was up about 4 AM. By that time the moon was long gone from my window, but it didn’t matter: I was wide awake and couldn’t get back to sleep. Rather than get up, I laid in bed, hoping against hope I might doze off for a little bit, but that didn’t happen, either.
Today is something of a long day. I have a full day at work, then on to the drive to The Real House. This later could be a nightmare if people decide now is the time to head out for their long weekend. So . . . if I have to get off the main highway and take the back roads, I’m ready to rock and roll.
I finished my article last night, so all I need think of this weekend is the next chapter of my story Replacements. I have the chapter in my head, and it’s going to be . . . interesting.
But there’s something else niggling around in the back of my brain now–yeah, like I need that, right? Another story idea, but this one goes back to some characters from my unpublished NaNo Novel, and how they spend a certain Yule. I shouldn’t do this, add another idea to the list of ideas I have taking up clutter in my brain, but what can I do? My Muse is getting frisky, and when she smiles and gives me that come hither finger curl, I got no choice; I gotta go see what she wants. Even though I know what she wants–“Hey, I’ll give you somethin’ special . . . all you gotta do is write this story. So get to it!”
Yeah, what a relationship.
There are times when I feel my Muse is my soul mate, because who else understands me as well as her? Hell, I don’t even know myself that well, and I’ve been around me for quite some times. But I’ve gotten better at understanding, and knowing who I am, and what I want, has become a simpler deal.
Now . . . write? Right.
Time to get popping.