There is no doubt that most, if not all, of my best writing--verbal or otherwise--comes in the wee hours of the morning. It seems only fitting that my first post on my first blog enters cyberspace just minutes after 5 a.m. (or at least it was when I started).
Sometimes I write because I feel like writing. Sometimes I write because I can't do anything else. Sometimes I write because I can't sleep. And, thankfully, sometimes I sleep when I can no longer write: one reason that, all by itself, makes the writing worth the effort.
Those who experience this collection of writings are bound to be varied and, in the end, confused. (It's happening already, isn't it?) I hope, however, that you are in some way inspired, informed, indoctrinated, incensed, or even perhaps in awe (one can always hope). Whatever it is you take from here, I hope you enjoy reading these words as much as I enjoy rereading them. (I say "rereading" because I believe it is impossible to enjoy reading something nearly as much as writing it.)
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