Have I mentioned lately how uninspired I am, lately?

I look to my right and there is a stack of books just waiting for my red pen to edit them. Good books too. Books that you probably want to buy some day. Books that mock me relentlessly with their mockyness.

Do you fall asleep at your computer?

And then there are the books in progress. Add another stack of those, only the stack is on a hard drive mocking me with all its mockinglyness.

And it’s not that I’m truly uninspired – why just the other morning I woke up in the middle of the night (or I might have already been up with my chronic insomnia and just stayed awake) to write down a dream I’d had that I thought would be an absolutely marvelous short story.

Have I written said story yet? No. I have only written down everything I could remember about the dream – now I’m just waiting to find the time to turn it into something real. There really needs to be an easy way to transfer a dream to a page – can someone come up with a dream transcriber? Google? Where are you Google? This is right up your alley!

But speaking of insomnia – oh my gosh there’s a lot of it going on at our house. It has been weeks since I’ve slept through the night, and now that I think on it, it’s probably been months and possibly years. What with the cats walking on me or sitting next to my ear and meowing uncontrollably until I wake up – how am I supposed to get any sleep??

I’ve had a couple employees who complained of insomnia – in years past. I have lent both of them a book called The Insomniac’s Handbook. I never heard from them again, so I assume they fell asleep finally and never woke up.

I am tired. So increasingly tired.

I have practically worn out the snooze button, which is quite an accomplishment since I use my phone as my alarm clock and the snooze button is simply a “zone” on the screen where the image of the word SNOOZE appears. It would take a LOT to wear something like that out.

Can you tell I’m tired?

I’m rambling.

Goodbye.