Is writing when you’re half asleep similar to drunk dialing? I wouldn’t know, as I’ve never been drunk. But I envision the embarrassment is similar.
It is the most honest reflection of life though, so I’ll leave it.
I had a teacher in secondary school who revealed she would get up in the middle of the night and commit her stories to pen and paper. Just suddenly transported back to that revelation in class. Back in 1986. Strange how life makes these loops.
