Not sleeping began with jet lag, but then turned into viscous insomnia after jet lag was gone. I woke in the middle of the night and could not return to sleep. Too exhausted to write, or even read, I played chess on the Internet until long after sunrise. The insomnia, mixed with melancholia caused by a failed romance, and which has not deserted me since the beginning of summer, too much chess, a form of madness, and a cold that will not end, created a toxic low grade depression. Despite that, I did make a momentous change in my life, for which I am grateful.
Last night I woke at 2 AM fully prepared to stay awake the rest of the night. However, my body gave in to sleep from sheer exhaustion. So, now, I am tired, but my mind feels as if it is working better today, or at least it seems fit to do things.
I will start writing a new novel early tomorrow morning instead of playing chess. I have been thinking about this novel since the beginning of the year. It will be a quirky pastiche of many places and people and events, both contemporary and historical. A first person narrator will tell the story.
Tonight, I am going with Luci to see The Glass Menagerie at the Shattered Globe Theater. I’ve been looking forward to it.
And that’s where I have been, at least, as my mind recalls the recent past today.
