Counting sheep
It’s now 1am, and I’m sitting here doing work I have no interest in, but have to do anyway. I’ve been trying all day to recreate a long post I had all written out in my head last night before going to bed, but I can’t. If I had sat down at the computer and typed it out instead of going to bed and lying there feeling guilty for not sleeping, I’m sure it would have been grand; at least, as grand as I’m capable of producing. There appears to be a window of time between circa midnight and maybe five in the morning when I have a creative peak. This is probably aided by chronic insomnia, for which I take no-good melatonin pills. I’ve tried all the folk remedies, to little effect. In an ideal world, I would set aside these hours for doing stuff, and then find some other hours to sleep. Unfortunately, I have to conform to society’s schedule (don’t we all).
So, the question is (and I’m trying out Tumblr’s fancy feature here, hoping I don’t make a fool out of myself): what do you do when you can’t sleep, but need to haul your ass up in the morning anyway? And if you could lie down and sleep anytime and as long as you wanted to, how do you use all that nocturnal creativity that seems to only materialize at a certain time of day, whether you want to or not?
