Hating writing

Have I always hated it as much as I do now?

A lot of the time I am in one of those half-sleeps at night, where I’m awake but resting with my eyes closed. It is always in these moments that I come up with the most fantastic writing ideas, so good that I will without doubt remember them in the morning. I never do. I should really be moving out of bed to write them, I have realised this for years but never act on it in the moment. In the morning, all is forgotten. My ideas come to me in my sleep. A fatal flaw, I suppose.