On Insomnia: 2
|A friend of mine showed me this. That's why I love her.|
H. P. Lovecraft once said; “At night, when the objective world has slunk back into its cavern and left dreamers to their own, there come inspirations and capabilities impossible at any less magical and quiet hour. No one knows whether or not he is a writer unless he has tried writing at night.”
If that be the case Master Lovecraft then a writer I am, as I do most if not all my writing at night. Not usually because I choose to, no; more often than not I am forced to either by the limitations of my daytime responsibilities or my titular insomnia. Like as not it's the latter, which irritates and annoys me to no end. I just want to be normal and spend my days awake and coherent. Alas, that seems to never be. So this is how I shall remain. For now.
Till next I may hold you.