That’s been my general impression over the last few months. So many ideas that sometimes sleeping proves difficult; in fact sometimes I find myself wondering off in a middle of a dinner with friends – into my neverland, if you will. Yet when I go back to my laptop and open up my Write Post page, I find myself usually fidgeting with just about anything on my desk. Eventually I give up, exasperated. And it’s not writer’s block, I know that devil quite well and I can spot him from a mile away. What then?

Few nights ago it kind of dawned on me. Well, I didn’t know it then, that revelation came today I was stirring in my bed for almost three hours before my mind finally gave in and allowed me to dream. Not that it helped, the dream proved almost as unsatisfactorily displeasing as the three hours of lying that preceded it. The annoying thing is that it’s hard to reason with oneself logically inside of a dream. Tried it, makes for one heck of a good story.