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Bah - sleep is for the weak!

My wife has returned from the hospital with our new baby boy. I've sent out an email with obligitory proud daddy photos and the nitty gritty details, but if you're interested in the family circus aspect of my life, drop me a line ( tragiclad@theelusivefish.com ) and I'll fill you in too. Just, don't be offended if responses to email are not immediately forthcoming - my hands are kinda full right now ;).

Needless to say it's been a lot of sleepless nights this past week. Not that I get much sleep anyways. Five, maybe six hours of decent sleep is what I average on a good week.

I've always slept very little. I absolutely love the night. Especially a nice stroll at one or two in the morning. Everyone is off in their beds, the streets are empty, and everything is just quiet, and calm, and at peace.

My best, most creative time of day is always the wee small hours of the morning. With no external interruptions, you can just burn throught the work. Back when I was self-publishing comics, I'd work through the night and hit the sack just as the sun rose and up in a couple of hours for lunch. I remember sitting there one night, three in the morning, drawing pages and listening to the audio-book version of Stephen King's Insomnia.

Of course, nowadays, with the day-job, I have to force myself to break away no later than two if I'm going to make it to work on time. Always leaves me wondering, though, what I might of created if I could have just stayed up another couple of hours.