I don’t normally have trouble sleeping. There’s no struggle for me to keep my eyes closed even if the sun is out. But, every once in a great while, I just don’t want to go to bed. It’s not that I don’t want to sleep, I’m just enjoying what I’m doing too much.
I’m frequently in the middle of a good book. Sometimes I pause before plugging my phone in for the night to check in on facebook, and two hours later realize I better get some sleep. And tonight, I’m writing.
I don’t want writing to be something that I must do, another item to check off my list. But it is a choice I must make, an actual effort to sit down and make words come together. I suppose that’s like everything else in life. If it is to be something of value, it will take time and energy. Otherwise, what’s the point?