There are nights when sleep is evasive and the dark of the bedroom proves too much for me to handle. It is these nights, and these times, when memories and ideas flow freely. It is only after I set them to type when my mind is clear and sleep can come easily again. I'd love to be published, but I don't write for others, and refuse to conform to their standards. I write from the heart, for myself, and offer it to you - your opinion will always be appreciated.