I am up today at an ungodly hour yet again. The hour doesn't worry me so much as the cause - I've had some quite severe dizziness, lack of balance and nausea (complete with the end result of tossing my cookies). It's not at all like the normal nausea I get from my ulcer so it's worrying. However, I may have tracked down the culprit - new ear-bud headphones. They are only meant as a temporary stop-gap until I get a more normal set on Friday but the coincidence of getting something I stick in my ear and dizziness/balance issues occurring is a little too co-incidental to me. I shall not use them today at all and see if it improves.
However, this has led me to being up at an unusual time and not really feeling like any of my normal online activities. The curious thing about being off my psych meds is that the old stories in my head seem to be surfacing, so tonight I pulled up the file that has all my manuscripts and plot outlines in it. I was rummaging through the character lists and plot outlines for a trilogy I had once planned and indeed written the first novel for, with a view to perhaps picking it back up and seeing what I could do with it now.
While of course an absence of nearly ten years from a story will cause some forgetfulness, still I was amazed at just what I had come up with as I read the outlines and character details. I sat here stunned. Holy cow, where did all that come from? My brain seems so dull and slow compared to the mind that must have thought all that up. Oh my, I have quite a bit of mental brushing up to do if I am going to work on these again. It is almost completely daunting, except the stories are starting to tease around in my mind, ideas starting to float to the surface, the characters starting to find their voices and lives again. I don't think I'll have a choice in the end. The stories want to be told.
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