“O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee? That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness?” William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2
You guessed it. I’m going through another bout of sleeplessness. I wish I could say that this nocturnal restlessness had to do with my writing life or the characters in my head elbowing each other for center stage, prodding me, shouting over each other to get my attention. If it were just that, I’d simply get up as I’ve done so many times before, go to my notebook, write down what I’d just heard and go back to bed. And typically fall back to sleep secure in the knowledge that my bleary-eyed scribbles and characters would be waiting for me in the morning.