Things that keep you up into the wee hours

I seem to have these 2-year cycles! Every couple of years, the writing bug bites a chunk off of me and my writing hand decides to wake up.

This particular urge was set off around 2 am last night. It's funny how often you get the urge to write at the precise moment when you know that you should be doing something far more important, in this case, sleeping. But, that's the way it is. It's difficult to put into words at 3 pm what I was feeling at 2 am, but I'll give it a shot.

But anyway, to get get back to my urges, this one came on after I'd finished yet another romance novel a la Mills and Boon by which time it was after 1 am so I reluctantly shut my laptop and closed my eyes. Unfortunately, it didn't work the way it was supposed to. Usually, when I close my eyes, I'm asleep within minutes but this time, the Sandman was obviously taking a night off.

So I got to thinking about the book I'd just finished reading. The one with the perfectly arrogant hero, sassy and beautiful heroine and passion to send your heart racing into the stratosphere. We all read these, we all sigh over them and then we forget them because we know that, much as we wish it were true, that guy does not exist in the real world.

Only I couldn't stop thinking about it. And wishing for it. And then it hit me - what's wrong in wishing for it? Yes, it's unlikely; yes, it's nigh impossible; but then, I already know all of that. I consider myself a reasonably intelligent person, not someone who pines after stuff that's unattainable; a practical person. I don't do that, at least not after the initial 10 minutes of the "damn if only I was in that book, life's so unfair" tirade.

And so I thought, why not wish for it? Why not want a guy who is strong, funny and intelligent, someone who adores me from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, someone who I will love with all my heart? I sure as hell deserve no less.

Even in this world of cynics, I believe in my happily-ever-after. I believe in all the mushy stuff, the floating hearts, the coincidence-that-isn't-really-coincidence-but-actually-serendipity, and in Mr. Right. Am I setting myself up for disappointment? Probably :) But it won't stop me from dreaming.

With which happy resolution, I turned over, closed my eyes and floated off into oblivion to dream...