Stuck in the middle of the night

The sun rises in four and a half hours and there's a chance I'll stay up to see it. I woke up and can't seem to get back to sleep. I can't seem to get into work, either. There's a sink full of dishes I could go clean but my mind seems to keep insisting there is work to be done because it is not done yet.

I first go to the... 

No. I stop. My brain thinks about the things I don't get paid to write about but are part of my life anyway. The things I can't say in a quasi-public space because I don't know who is reading. 

I have maybe fifteen seconds for any given thought. Then the wind shifts and I'm somewhere else for a moment. And then I can't remember a thing about anything. 

I need more than whatever this is but the process of getting that something else is fraught with the knowledge that I have few reference points.

I just know that I have to get things written in the next 14 hours and yet there's also a bare minimum I can shoot for as I remember that there are targets I have to hit today.

I've put on some music in the hopes that it will serve as a pulse I can attach some of my thoughts to as...

I stop again because there is a physical matter that needed my attention. I probably should just go back to bed but I need to do at least one or two things because in the morning the machines will come with their noise. 

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Typing the above allowed me to get into the spirit of the day by writing out the continuity for the newsletter. This means the opening paragraph and the first few ads. And now I need to get back to it rather than type here. 

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I am finally writing a bit of story. I sometimes get really worried I won't be able to write especially if I have appointments on my calendar. This is becoming an issue and this is why I work at the moment to give myself some peace before I wake up soon to get going.