Not sleeping is my new superpower

On a writing retreat, unable to sleep. The emotional scenes are always easier to write at 1am.

There’s nothing out here but wind, deer, and birds of prey screeching. And the wind comes out of nowhere – it’ll be silent, then all of a sudden, a rush of wind that sounds a lot like the ocean does at night. Then the windows shake because this is an old building and I remember why my ancestors believed in the banshee.

Writing a scene in which a betrayal has been discovered.