Tuesday, November 13, 2007

You Can't Win, You Wonder Why...

Illogically, I'm not really tired right now, but I was pretty agitated last night after waking up around midnight and staying awake for two hours tossing and turning. I was tempted to get up and start typing away, because it seemed like so many things were on my mind, but I thought that would only prolong and make the insomnia worse. Instead, I just lay there restlessly, beset by a gastric distress that didn't really help things (damned middle age breakdowns!).

It felt unusual to have so much on my mind. I rarely suffer from insomnia, to the envy of at least one of my friends, whose problem in that regard I really don't understand at all. I was ruminating on everything from my long-ago year in Africa to lists of failed (and benignly-petered-out) romantic relationships to this enigmatic immunodeficiency virus.

I've felt somehow blocked from writing about anything meaningful (to me) lately. I'm hoping some of last night's ill-time energy is sustained and that I can write about some of the topics above and others soon. I know that my three steadfast readers are just biting their nails waiting...

5 comments:

Huntington said...

Well, maybe not biting nails, but waiting interestedly. Meanwhile, isn't it time for pics of the Chinese garden?

Stash said...

Writing comes and goes. It'll work out eventually.

m00nchild said...

When I have problems writing I just focus on small things right in front of me. How I relate to them is no different than how I related to everything else. They're just overlooked.

I seems like we've been in a similar introspective space. Your wisdom is as good as mine.

Ladron de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

Reader # 4 here, actually. My nails are fine, but I'll look forward to reading more.

Brion. said...

With a word verification of 'pqofey' how could I not comment? (close enough to poofey for me!)
So the count is now 5!
Loved the poem in the post above.

BJ.