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:
Well, maybe not biting nails, but waiting interestedly. Meanwhile, isn't it time for pics of the Chinese garden?
Writing comes and goes. It'll work out eventually.
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.
Reader # 4 here, actually. My nails are fine, but I'll look forward to reading more.
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.
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