dogs
sleepwalking (if that counts)
neighbours
living close to a pub with shouting drunks
- Seconding those who are also kept awake by thinking of embarrassing moments that happened years ago.
- There’s also this jump scare that I chanced upon when I was ten and it likes to come back during some nights. It’s more of a sense of dread than a clear, vivid image nowadays. Still.
- Hypnic jerks
- Mosquitos
- The hot weather
- itchy eyelids
- Piled up essays and papers
- “That amazing girl from calc class was gazing at me for a while, why did I act like an idiot?”
- “My mom is pissed at me…ughhh”
- “My sister makes me so frustrated at times”
- “These cuts from shaving razors are so irritating”
- Skyrim
- More Skyrim
All y’all have given me juicy morsels of inspiration to chew on, so I deeply appreciate the input. You are all of you peaches of the peachiest kind.
As for any eventual sharing, I might just reserve this space for when I get any bits of my writing up to snuff. But also…
That’s right… And I even have an account! Time to dig that info up. Thank you for the reminder.
Ooh, and it looks like Camp NaNo is close to starting… Anyone here participating in that?
How peachy!
Hmm… I honestly hadn’t heard of this (which… isn’t all that surprising considering this previous year was my first time participating in NaNoWriMo). But… I’m always looking for a good excuse to bang me over the head and tell me to focus more on writing… So, yeah! Why not?
Yup! I’ve already got a few hundred words right now, and my cabin is awesome, and I’m writing again, yay!
My rabbit-like neighbours if you catch my drift.
Things actually keeping me up these days?
- Why did I decide to try for the CoG competition only 8 months before the deadline, meaning I either have to work like a madwoman for the next 8 months or beat myself up for not entering…?
- Oh and here’s yet another awesome idea for a story I could start writing instead of writing the one that I decided to write instead of that other one I originally started writing…
- Baby woke up and is hungry.
- Father-in-law decided to wake up at 3am and go watch TV really loudly right outside our door.
- Holy moly my back hurts.
- It’s 4:30am, which means it’s time for singing prayers from the mosque’s loudspeakers (Muslim country).
- Or, during the past month of Ramadan, it’s 3:30am and people are going around clanging on drums to wake everyone up…
- It’s 5am and I can’t sleep anyway so I might as well get up and get started on the laundry because goodness knows it’s not like there’s a machine that could wash those dirty diapers for me.
- Gosh my baby’s adorable and I could stare at her all night instead of sleeping.
Oh and this:
I’m suddenly realizing I haven’t had very much sleep this past month…
Ok I realize none of those are going to be helpful for you, sorry.
One story I do have is a few years ago I used to have a terrible sleep schedule and end up getting slightly paranoid at night. One night I was just feeling really spooked about ghosts and stuff for no reason and then the phone in my apartment (which I didn’t even realize was connected) started ringing. I picked up and no one was there…
(I called my friend-at-the-time who reassured me that it was probably just some pervert who wanted to get off on hearing women’s voices. Thanks a lot, friend-at-the-time.)
And I’m also one of those people to be kept up by end-of-the-world thoughts about pollution and radiation and things like that.
Okay… reading your list incites my inner-patriotic-heroism, somehow.
It’s a weird trait for being an Indonesian, really.
To be frank, it’s surprising that the prayer from nearby mosque can wake you up, while I have to rely on my not-so-reliable alarm to wake me up.
Heck, even I can sleep anytime and anywhere I wanted to (It’s not a good habit, mind you. ).
And that’s why every bedroom in my house has this “electric-mosquito-swatter.”
It’s a quite effective tool to play a prank to your sibling, tho.
Your neighbors eat their own feces? Damn thats gross
Hahaha, Indonesia is a great, if noisy, country.
The singing prayers here aren’t so bad, actually (mostly I’m just already awake from the baby). Nothing like our last house anyway… The mosque there was so close, with loudspeakers so loud, and this one guy who would sing 30 minute long epics at the top of his lungs, and let’s just say he’s not exactly the next Dangdut Akademi winner…
I know that kind of guy!
When the prayer is too long, it’ll be annoying. Especially if the crier sing it exaggeratedly.
But who knows, probably you’re listening to a recorded singing (which is actually pretty common practice)
BTW, a good loudspeaker is when it’s placed high on a tower, where it won’t be that noisy up close but still can be somewhat heard kilometers away. Besides, there’s already a giant “bedug” for the close-range-announcement system.
My father was some kind of a caretaker of a nearby mosque, so I know a 'lil or two about managing mosque.