“To sleep perchance to dream.” 

It is a wonderful quote, contextually a tenuous link, but it does pull you in the right direction.

For those that don’t know, I have incredibly poor sleep.

Rhyme and reason are all understood, and we make lifestyle accommodations to keep things in check.

Relevance to this blog and my writing?

I could say that Amy Grace suffers from terrible sleep terrors – but that would be far too artistic a lurch to try to compare our scenarios.

Her terrors are written in Aptos font 11 for those with a will to read.

Mine, mine are my own, mine to share, and mine to keep to myself.

Mine may bleed subconsciously into my writing in the same manner my unquestionable rejection of unfairness percolate into my tall tales.

Sometimes writing helps sooth the savage beast that screams into my nighttime, sometimes the tap tappity tap of the keys is just the pressure relief that my mind needs – and in that there is so much truth.

And sometimes the mental fatigue of sleep deprivation fogs my thought and holds my imagination hostage to the elusive Will-o’-the-wisp of sleep.  It is kept in view but always tauntingly just that little out of reach – and in that there is so much frustration.

So, big empty void of the internet I am currently in one of those biorhythmic troughs where sleep, sweet restful sweet sleep is absent.  Time of rest, where perchance I may just dream, this time alludes me, and my output suffers for it…

This time will pass as all things in life do, but this known burden, these rough waves I must endure.

Hug those you love, hold them tight and remember that out of darkness cometh light!