3:30 in the morning and I’ve been awake and tossing since at least 2. A stream of thoughts come through my mind in pieces, almost at random. Things about work, about people, about the upcoming vacation, things to do. Nothing sticks there for long, mostly because I don’t want to start thinking about them too much. Otherwise, I’ll be awake the rest of the night. However, they keep coming up, like bubbles in a pool of molasses.

I love writing.  I get to do quite a bit of it at work (the day time job thing I do) but certainly not enough and not the “right” kind, the kind that gets me excited, that brings out the best thoughts, that tickles the funny bone and squeezes the tear glands.  At work...