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 canâ€™t just turn it on. Creativity and inspiration donâ€™t work on a schedule. They come and go as they damn well please. Often times this is as Iâ€™m trying to sleep. So Iâ€™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.