It’s 1:26 a.m., and for whatever reason, I can’t sleep.  I can’t actually remember more than one other time in my life where I’ve been this awake this late (go ahead nighthawks…mock me).  I’ve been up many, many times, this late, but usually by this point I’m reaching for the toothpicks to prop my eyelids open. Not tonight.  I could drive to Oregon.  (Actually, maybe that’s a good idea.)

To make it worse, I think I’m having writer’s block.  I can blog about not sleeping and having writer’s block, but I can’t write my message for Sunday.  That’s just stupid.  Wide awake but I can’t do what I’m supposed to do. Nuts. 

I’ve fallen into this terrible pattern of planning my messages and series in my head months and weeks in advance.  I actually think I have over 18 months worth of sermon series I’m actually excited about floating in my head right now and on bits of paper, and probably half a dozen messages among them almost fully formed.  But that doesn’t help me tonight.

Two weeks ago, I had this Sunday’s message completely mapped out in my head and on three sheets of paper.  But i can’t write it down this week.  I can’t bring it home.  I’m praying about it and excited about it, but it’s like it just won’t write.  But I feel like there’s gold in it.  So is that nuts or what?  Maybe I need to be examined.

Had to tell someone about my frustration.  Absolutely no one’s awake to talk to.  Not in East Oro Ontario anyway.  Not even the cows in the field across the road (East Oro is so small, we count cows in our population count).

Must have been the two lattes in Toronto earlier today and the full moon tonight that did me in.  Drat, I wish I could write right now.

1 Comment

  1. Nancy MacLachlan on February 24, 2008 at 8:38 am

    Carey, that is frustrating when you can't sleep or use the time in a useful way. Have you ever used a small voice activated dictaphone to record your thoughts. It might help on occassions like friday night. I can be a night owl but afternoon lattes certainly can promote it.
    Wishing you more rest. N.

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