No sleep. Too warm - turn on the fan. Too cold - cover up. Bad dreams about people choosing to die! What's that about? Toss and turn. Turn on the light; read for a few minutes. Book is good, but not enticing. Turn off light. Try again. Can't sleep! Get up. Wander around house looking out the windows at the darkness; shadows thrown across the lawn by the streetlight. All the houses are dark and mute. Try laying on the couch - not sleep worthy. Back to bed. Turn off fan, beat pillow into submission. Sleep for 2 hours. Another day begins.

If by mistake you step into the cage with a raging angry tiger, learn from it. This tiger comes in many forms, and there are opportunities constantly to open the gate, and walk right in. Anger begets anger, love begets love. Yeah, but we still open the gate and step in with the tiger sometimes. When that happens, don't stay in there long. Get out as soon as possible, and try to figure out what on earth you were thinking. If it was growling at you, don't growl back, step out of the cage, and listen to your own growl.

I have to get a better system going. I jot notes here and there, try to bring them together at work, at home, when I have a few minutes here and there. My little black notebooks don't seem to be doing the job either, I have a tendency to use them for notes in meetings rather than notes for words. And since I've now mentioned to yet another person my commitment to writing 100 words a day, precisely, I really need to do that – not just write the number, but put them into a coherent passage of some sort.