I think everyone quit reading my blog a year ago when I quit updating as frequently. I wish I had more time to create entertaining reading material for the select few loyal readers that remain. My blog is a weird tool for me. It allows me to purge the thoughts in my head no matter how bizarre they might be. I am able to express some of what goes on in my head without a filter. I figure if people do not like what I have to say, then they do not have to read it.

Sometimes I write to amuse. Other times I get personal. It is up to you whether or not you choose to read what goes on in the mind of your beloved insomniac.

I am not exactly what you would call the religious type. I am spiritual. I love the unknown. I thrive on mystery and imagination. I drink from the cup of existence. I live, I breath, I am.

Life is a line without an end … a circle. Read more

I recently had an experience that was so intense that I am unable to describe it in words. Words could never give the experience … visually or spiritually … the justice that it deserves.

Stuck inside my head …

When I see something so beautiful and extraordinary, I want to share it with the world. I want to weave a story that sucks a person into my imaginary universe. However, each attempt I make at trying to describe the experience, I water down the sheer beauty of the moment. Read more

Do you ever get the feeling that I spend more time making excuses for not writing blogs than actually just doing it? Well, this particular blog is not the exception. This is just another excuse from your very own insomniac. You might be asking yourself at this very moment … what’s your excuse this time? Read more

With all this confusion in Jennifer land, I finally came to a conclusion on what I want to do with my life. Forget nursing … forget journalism … I have decided that I will marry a man who does not mind paying the bills while I sit on my butt all day and write a book. I really think that my purpose in life is to weave an imaginary world for someone else to read. So, do I have any takers? Anyone willing to take care of me?  

As another chapter ends in the book of life, I look back on all the previous chapters and wonder what I could have done differently. Am I writing this book in a way that will make sense to my readers? Did I make too many typos or mistakes?

My days as a journalist are over …

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“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, con a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently and die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.”  - Robert Heinlein

It recently occurred to me that I might just be taking up space in Florida. I do not really have any marketable skills that transfer into the big picture around here. The only real skill I have is writing. And, if the current trend in newspaper reporting has any baring on my future as a writer, I am in trouble … Read more

Kicked to the curb …

I got booted from my old blogging spot. My company did not think that “Confessions of an Insomniac” fit with the whole travel/destination site theme. I have to agree.

My new super cool URL …

As a result, I have created my own personal blog to keep my readers up to date on the life of this insomniac. I apologize for the minor inconvenience this may have caused.

This is an easy one: http://www.confessionsofaninsomniac.com

Why the name?

Plain and simply - I am an insomniac. I have not had a full night’s sleep in more than a year. I do sleep … just not for very long. Because of this, I have a few extra hours in the evening to think about all the things in life that really don’t matter. It is amazing what comes of an exhausted mind.

Relax?

Until recently, “relax” has always been synonymous for “lazy” in my mind. I have always preferred to spend my time more constructively. I would try to relax, but I would find at least 500 things that have to be done at that very moment or else life would cease to exist.  Read more