Insomnia has its advantages. Don’t get me wrong; I’d never recommend it. But interesting things happen in the quiet of the night.
Sometimes I see a raccoon visiting the birdbath on our deck. He or she appears unafraid of my reading light.
Sometimes I see deer licking seed from the bird feeder. They are visible only on winter nights when everything else is covered with snow.
Sometimes I figure out what ails my current revision plan.
My protagonist needs a specific reason to dislike/fear/hate my antagonist. My original idea was too wishy-washy. My new idea was too similar to a billion other YAs. I know what needs to be done, but I don’t yet know how.
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