I didn’t sleep to well last night. I think it’s because of my age that I either get woke up from forces beyond my control or someone wakes me up. Mostly it’s leg cramps and the three in the morning bathroom run. Last night it was the stepson who staggered into the bathroom we share at my mother in law’s house that woke me.
I stayed awake, I don’t know an hour or so before I drifted back to sleep again. My mind works, which my wife has told me is the problem. I’m not sure what she means by that but at any rate, I laid in bed, my eyes closed but my mind would not shut down and allow sleep and dreams to take over.
I mostly think about plot development in the latest novella I’m roughing out. Right now, it’s too short with the obvious suspect already pinned for the murder of Margarita, Manuel’s wife from 20 years before. Now I need filler to get more into the story from where it is now. So, I decided to revisit that time from 2000 just before it happened. That’s going to be the name of the book: Margarita: A Nick Roberts Thriller.
As you recall, I had to kill off Mark to create a new detective, Nick Roberts, who has the same foibles as Mark, but he’s slightly more ruthless, as you shall see in the book, Luke Warm. While Mark played by the rules, mostly, Nick doesn’t. And there is more tension between the characters from Tequila Sunrise and Nick’s detective agency, “Blue Diamond.”
So, I’ll make the story fatter, then what? Then the cat wanted outside, but I think she also wanted to eat. I get up and walk over to the bathroom and see it’s open, so I let her outside. Darn old cat anyway. I finally drifted off when one of the birds, I think it’s Avatar is having a bad dream or something because she’s making these weird cucking noises. She finally quiets down, and I fell back to sleep.
I heard my wife talking to the cat. She let her back in. They’re conspiring to kick me out of bed. The old cat drools when she gets excited. Stephanie thinks she’s getting abnormally thin. It’s summer, they’re supposed to be skinny! I say to myself. I made the coffee up before going to bed. All I have to do is flip the switch on the coffee maker. I let her get up and do that feat. I go and relieve my bladder. I go and get dressed. I went to the kitchen and the coffee is still pouring through the filter and hopper full of grounds. I wait.
I decided to write my blog though I don’t have any idea exactly what I want to write about this morning. I pour a cup of coffee in my Yeti mug. The coffee’s hot this morning.