On thinking out loud

This one's a little meandering, so bear with me. I've been having a problem with not going to sleep at night lately, and I think I've figured out why.  It occurred to me that, if it's around midnight, and I'm a bit tired, I think, "I should work on my novel," and head to my computer.  Once there, I discover that I'm a bit too out-of-it to work up the motivation to do it, so I goof off on the internet for a little bit before starting.  Normally, I'd have some caffeine and goof off, and then get to work.  But without the caffeine part, my attention slips too easily and it's much more difficult to get off of Reddit and on to Word.  Eventually it's 4:30am, I've watched four Google talks and built a new wing in my mine in Minecraft, and I've got to hurry and finish my work before the sun comes up.

That's not quite what I wanted to talk about.

What I wanted to talk about is that upon realizing this, my first thought was, "I should tell someone about this."  And, because I was under-caffeinated and my mind was unfocused, my next thought was, "Hm, that's an interesting thought."  So I wrote it down, to think more seriously about in the morning, when I'd had some caffeine.

I seem to think much better when I'm talking to someone else.  I don't know if I'm just 'one of those people,' or if it's a more universal thing and most people are just better at integrating it into their lives, but I do find that all my ideas that I really like come either directly from talking to people, or from ranting at imaginary versions of people in my head -- and, mostly, the former.  Something about saying an idea aloud to another human being and having them not immediately burst into laughter and ridicule seems to overcome my instinctive hesitation about trusting anything I think.

In the novel I'm reading right now, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency by Douglas Adams, there's a character who has exactly this problem.  To such an extent, in fact, that he'll call his employees at all hours to talk things over with them -- and, if they don't pick up, leave hour-or-more long messages.

I've thought about doing this.  I have a few friends who reliably don't pick up their phones when I call, and I might be able to convince at least one of them to set up some sort of app that would allow him to forward them to me as sound files without bothering to listen to them.  (I couldn't just set up a voice recorder for myself -- I've tried that.  Without the very specific other-person-ness, it doesn't work at all.  I never know which parts are important.)

Anyway, having stayed up all night again, by mistake, again, I'm going to go read for a little while then go to sleep.  'night.