Inspirasi

I've always wondered why I seem to have the inspiration to write, and not just here on the blog but things in general, only late at night. Words for my thousands-of-words-target papers never seem to be forthcoming with the sun still up in the sky. Of course blogging is even easier with a glass of cold beer and some soul-wrenching music playing in the background. Lately I've been complaining about a lack of motivation to do alot of things, with sleep seeming the only escape from the doldrums that has pervaded just about every aspect of my life. Can it be true? That an artist really needs to be in constant contact with his muse or lose his inspiration entirely.