I am trying to get to sleep in the morass of thoughts that is my unaccomplished life. I am going to do some writing. Maybe a book. Maybe just more blogs that I used to do. Either way, I have to have some outlet so I will stop bothering people around me with random unorganized thoughts of little consequence. I started a number of blogs years ago trying to find my voice. I learned, at least, to put my thoughts down rapidly. That was on important to a perfectionist personality that agonized over every word to the expense of what I wanted to say.
My most creative blog was the one patterned after the 18th century novel: Tristram Shandy. Creative but not necessarily clever.
Anyway. I will be trying in the future.
