I’ve been writing about art in my sleep. Not because I’m a genius or anything - there’s nothing publishable I can take from my dreams. It’s because I am burnt out and, if I’m honest, setting myself the goal of writing a weekly newsletter is a contributing factor. Across October my sleep-talking has woken up my partner in the middle of the night twice. The first time, I shouted “Something’s wrong!” which he then (wrongly) internalised about the relationship, and the second time, I was caught red-handed - I was interviewing a brilliant artist. I even woke myself up but clammed my eyes shut to pretend it didn’t happen. I felt a little embarrassed because he is all-too aware of my daytime fixation on arts writing and, admittedly, my insatiable drive to get good at it. It is now seeping into my dreams.
I've been writing about art in my sleep
I've been writing about art in my sleep
I've been writing about art in my sleep
I’ve been writing about art in my sleep. Not because I’m a genius or anything - there’s nothing publishable I can take from my dreams. It’s because I am burnt out and, if I’m honest, setting myself the goal of writing a weekly newsletter is a contributing factor. Across October my sleep-talking has woken up my partner in the middle of the night twice. The first time, I shouted “Something’s wrong!” which he then (wrongly) internalised about the relationship, and the second time, I was caught red-handed - I was interviewing a brilliant artist. I even woke myself up but clammed my eyes shut to pretend it didn’t happen. I felt a little embarrassed because he is all-too aware of my daytime fixation on arts writing and, admittedly, my insatiable drive to get good at it. It is now seeping into my dreams.