I used to be petrified of the night when I was growing up... even after I was married and had a child. Somewhere along the way, I lost that fear. I don't know where or why. Later in life, about 20 some years ago, I found out why I was afraid. My very being had been violated and that's why I was always afraid of everything that could possibly happen at night that is bad.

Somewhere along the way, I learned to accept who I am, for the most part. I still have buggaboos, but I'm working on them. But I can relate to the peace and to writing at night! Ideas flow better then for some reason... probably because there are many less distractions then. hmmm... yeah... it feels like I'm hiding. Just me and my computer screen, the only source of light.

Hey... I could snuggle in with that idea!

So... are we all creatures of the night?



<font color=blue>Don't die with your music still inside you.</font color=blue>