Insomnia Again

Insomnia.  What a beautiful word  for a virulent monster creeping into that place between wake and sleep to form a barrier so strong nothing penetrates. Take a pill.  Meditate. Stay awake until you pass out, unconscious through the night without rest, begging for a morning refreshed, relaxed. Insomnia catnaps the day away, waiting for the … Continue reading

Creativity

Creativity isn’t  factory work assembly. The words come, the words go.  No particular flow.  No way to predict when it’s going to happen. . Rivers run wild, wordflowers blossom. Droughts are a killer burning the whole. The in-between mainstream? Some call it life. . Creativity isn’t  consistent. Inspiration isn’t  routine. No apology necessary, no explanation … Continue reading