I went to bed convincing myself not to worry. Before the deadline, I’d get an idea.
I'd just watched a TV drama one of Agatha Christie’s stories with detective Hercule Poirot, known for trusting the work of his “little gray cells.”
My bedside clock showed 3:30. I knew what I’d write.
I also knew that if I didn’t record my idea, I'd stay awake for the next hour, fearing that come morning, it would be gone.
I found a pencil and yesterday’s Dilbert calendar page and trudged to the bathroom. Under the nightlight I scribbled a working title and a few supporting details. A quick drink of water and I went back to sleep until 7:30.
By daylight my note still made sense. For good measure, I scribbled working titles for two more articles.
Let’s hear it for little gray cells — and little sheets of paper.