Late Night Ramblings

I'm half asleep and I type this. I should just give in and close my eyes, but I'm the worst kind of insomniac, the kind who rebels again the weight that creeps into my lids because my brain isn't done yet. I finally figured out how to load a counter here, so now I can actually see if anyone alights on this page, and I'm almost surprised to discover that a few people have. Even more surprising is the fact that this doesn't seem to discourage me, I'm actually fine with the fact that perfect strangers have access to something that not even my closest friends know about. I'm even feeling a little driven to write something, anything, just to feel like I'm producing something, which is why I'm up now while my body yearns for the ecstasy of unconsciousness. I don't recall right now if I've mentioned, but I'm a bit of a writer with frequent writer's block. As such, being able to string anything together on a whim is a good thing for me.

I've been working on a story for a while now about a guy who gets pulled into another world and meets up with this werewolf girl who guides him as he tries to find his way home. Odds are that any of that could change before I actually finish it, if I even do. I have a bit of a fascination with werewolves, or even shape-shifters in general. Sapient ones though, shifters that retain control. I think it's cause I've spent most of my life wishing I could turn into someone else when I needed to escape and detach. That, and the fact that I feel this connection to the moon, which plays a big part in pop culture werewolf stories (traditional folklore makes no references, that was thanks to hollywood).

My connection with the moon stems from another source though, a greek myth referenced in Plato's Symposium. At one time mankind looked much different, each person had two heads, four arms, and four legs. There were three sexes instead of two, the children of the sun who looked as if they were made up of two men, the children of the earth composed of two women, and the children of the moon which were a little of each. Mankind angered the gods, so zeus chopped everyone in half as we are today, with each half longing to be returned to it's mate. I feel like a moon child, my head a little of each.

And my eyes keep drooping shut, so here I'll say good night.