Insomnia Redux

3:30 a.m. Central. I was lying awake and panicking, worried I may have forgotten how to write, so I better go ahead and give this a try.

It’s insomnia or caffeine or Stefan snoring beside me; I’m not sure. The three always swirl together to form this cyclone of energy that keeps me awake, and I can never tell where it started.

Maybe I have forgotten how to write; this is just awful. I haven’t published anything in weeks. It’s all tucked away in my journal, which I thought was some attempt at...