Insomnia

Insomnia. My hated enemy. I'm not awake. I'm not asleep. I tread this shadowy middle line, always reaching for one side or another but never actually obtaining it.

Yet, that aside, it does seem to help the productivity of my writing.... until, I'm burned out. Then, it's just a slow decline until exhaustion.

I don't understand whether this state is a blessing or a curse. If only I could up the tempo of my writing, and then sleep for six hours and keep writing.

Well, whatever. This at least beats fever induced writing or my one try at alcohol induced writing. Nothing seemed to come out of either but delirium, like a jumble of mixed words in a rush of excitement. As usual, inspiration does not mean genius.

Now let me sleep.