So, it's two a.m. and I'm on a writing kick.I've actually stopped dead in the middle of my writing tracks because I became conscious of the fact that there was, in fact, a flow...and that it could very well go on all night. I've stopped to share the two things that I've realized in briefly breaking and in these unintentional, subconscious efforts I must make at forever analyzing.

Pause-- I may have temporarily forgotten one out of two...so hopefully it comes back to me again before this particular blogging that I am doing, ends.

Okay, yes...here are my latest revelations:

1. My writing binges most often and best occur at 2 a.m.
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2. I've decided that the only logical rationale behind this occurrence is that as the day trudges on and we grow tired, we are more susceptible to all sorts of vulnerable dispositions due to a need for sleep and revitalization. Our defenses are down, the later it gets, and as our defenses and walls come down...something such as writers block loses full effect because... I've decided, at least in my case, my particular writers block stems from the looming failure I apparently, subconsciously insist awaits me. Therefore, mental block creates artistic/writers block...BUT...that wall preventing consistency and abundance is easily collapsed in the face of sleep deprivation.

Perhaps this is only the case though with those suffering from a block for a lack of faith in their capabilities as opposed to one suffering any creative-based block due to an actual lack of ideas?

Anyway, what is a real shame is that I have this flu-like/sinus thing that I cannot figure out is what...and the writing must cease tonight for saving my health. sigh.