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I went to the bluffs overlooking Lake Michigan today, as I like to do. I brought a notebook with the intention of doing some writing. I do have vows to write within the next month. But as with all things creative, I can’t just turn it on. Creativity and inspiration don’t work on a schedule. They come and go as they damn well please. Often times this is as I’m trying to sleep. So I’m faced with the decision between delaying sleep by getting up and writing something down, or trying to remember my thoughts until morning. Which rarely happens.