I do not enjoy insomnia. No sir, not at all. It is one of several enemies of creativity for me. Poor sleep will flatten my ability to write well, or to write at all, for days at a time. Alcohol also kills my creative energy. Because of this, I seldom drink at all; when I do, it's a single glass of wine or beer. On very special occasions, I will drink to the point of very mild intoxication -- hardly a buzz -- perhaps once a year.
Writing predictably and well is excruciatingly important to me. I've sacrificed the "typical" social life of somebody my age (staying out late, social drinking) in order to shepherd and protect my creative energy. I figure if I don't look out for it and treat it with respect, I could well lose it. And where would I be then?
If only I had that same kind of control over my weird cycles of insomnia. They come and go in a fairly predictable rhythm, but I've never been able to identify what triggers them. I suppose it's just one of those facts of being myself that I've got to accept.
Now I'm going to try to take a nap. Maybe when I wake up, I'll be able to write!