It was one of those nights, when I couldn't get to sleep because my brain was working overtime with things I needed to write. And when I say, "need," I don't mean just deadlines for pieces for which I will be paid. I mean, "need," as in, "I need chocolate"; "I need a fix"; "Yo te necesito."
Writers need to write like riders need to ride.
I may have been caffeinecrazy: I knew what I wanted to say but couldn't settle down enough to get it on the proverbial page before me. I was just plain exhausted: the words were in my head, but refused to translate through my digits.
Last night I had so much to write that I didn't know where to start. There are things before me which should be read and edited for others. There are blogs to write; marketing peripherals to hammer out and editorial content concepts that I want to get down on paper before they fly like a vapor out of my brain and into the air.
So I simply went to sleep, knowing that the words would present themselves to me after Morpheus had cast his spell over me. I write best in my head, in my lucid-dreaming space.
I wrote a bit last night after I found sleep, but even better--I got organized in that netherland. I awoke at 6:11AM with the full list, and ready to rock on it. Even my Palm, without which I cannot move, isn't as organized as my brain on sleep's deep drug.
I awoke knowing that I wanted to write something about the Kentucky Derby--it is upon us, two days hence, you know. I didn't want to write the statistics, predictions or other yawners. I knew there was a tale to tell, and, sure enough, it presented itself to me during the night.
Here it is. Today's offering is Part One, a two-part series which will conclude tomorrow. One topic: females in my Life and their Kentucky Derby experiences--and how those experiences touched my being, and have brought me to today. I would not be a racing essayist without any one of these females, and the influence, encouragement or inspiration. Sans further ado, I present, "Every Day is 'Women's Day' in Racing":