It's 3:30 AM...

I took an Ambien two hours ago and I should be peacefully dreaming of the life I once thought I'd have. I'm unemployed, unimaginably lonely, and lost in every way that word can be interpreted. And I think I just got inspired. I think I just found the story I have to write. It might be time I finally end the self-imposed three year writer's block I am yet to understand. I think I have to do this. Right now it doesn't matter to me at all me how good or marketable it ends up. I simply think I've found a story that will help me figure out a little bit of the constant struggle I endure in search of purpose. And if that's not a good excuse to do something, I don't know what it is. I hope I feel this way in the morning.

James