I agree with all the tips/responses given here already, but my reaction when I read the post was that you've already written something. Just this-- this complaint, admission, question--is evocative, starting with the heading (now I'm singing Bright Eyes), to the suggestion of a photo to go with H.D. and Eliot (jeez, that has me going), the tires burning, and the wonderful way only you can ask for sleep. Any chance you'd post the quotations? Oh, that's okay. I can pull a book from my shelf.