I never have identified with being a morning person. Or a night person. I identify with sleeping as much as possible no matter the hour.
For as long as I remember, though, I have been a night writer. (Not to be confused with Knight Rider.)
Sleep waits for me, I turn and tumble round and round through the sheets, but words just fly into my forehead and penetrate my brain cells. Or maybe it is the reverse. Thoughts zoom from deep inside the closets of my mind and burst through my forehead ready to be unleashed into the world.
With wired nerves, I have been known to scratch out a line (or 20) of poetry in the absolute black of night onto the pad of paper always available to me beside my bed. In more recent years, I just type out my ramblings in my phone, always available to me beside my bed. I prefer the pen to paper method, but I find that things are much more legible when I opt for the use of my cellular device.
During these dark, quiet hours, the world seems wide awake. My mind races with ideas and poetic discoveries I swear would never come to me in broad daylight. So, I panic to get these epiphanies documented and then I turn my body over, close my eyes once again, and wait for sleep.
Typically, the stream of words doesn’t stop. Again, I jot down more lines, and again, I roll over intending to sleep.
Being a lover of sleep, I often get frustrated with this process of late-night-note-taking.
I keep making promises to myself that I will start a blog; get all of these words and thoughts out of me so that I can rest easy. However, when I sit down to actually write for an intended purpose, nothing seems worthy enough. All of those strings of consonants and vowels and syllables perfectly aligned vanish.
You just have to start.
I give myself this advice when I have to tackle a large pile of dishes, laundry, papers, etc., etc., etc. When I really want to get something done but just have trouble sizing up the beast. When I am intimidated by the workload; unsure if I can muster the endurance a job will take.
There are a thousand ways this can be said. For me, ‘just starting’ rings truest. Who knows what will come or where things will end up, so don’t even worry about that. Don’t skip ahead here. There’s no need to be filled to the brim with anxiety when no one can predict the future anyway. Just start. Focus on that, and the next foothold will reveal itself.
Tonight, I start.
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