Up All Night.



I sit here drinking my cup of Sleepytime tea, Misery by Good Charlotte plays softer then usual on the radio. It’s 4:05am, and that’s not the worst of it. I’ve been up since little past 2am. Everyone else is sleeping soundly, you know the typical song of an insomniac. That’s not to say tonight was a total wash. I have learned over the years that not being able to sleep is not always a bad thing, the current character I am working on was an idea that came to me in the middle of the night, many of my best book ideas have come in those wee hours when the sun is just beginning to creep over the horizon.

But tonight was a different kind of night, it was a wide awake with no chance of sleep, kinda night. So onto plan B. I got up, started the teapot and…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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