3:54 am, still awake.
I have just become aware of how many times I’ve started a post like that. The digits are always different, but the words following are always the same.
I took sleeping pills before lying down around 1:30 or so (1:30 because I woke up today at almost 6 pm, so it’s been hard to not feel awake past midnight) but they haven’t done anything yet, and it’s almost 4. So, instead of just laying around until the sun comes up, I’ve been listening to a book. Yes, listening because I haven’t the money to buy it yet. So, after burning a chapter at a time onto cd, I’ve been laying and listening to the author read it. I’ve found myself laughing out-loud numerous times, something rarely found in a book. It has also sparked my creative flow that I’ve been lacking for a number of months. I’ve actually opened-up a few stories that have been sitting on my hard drive for a year or so, tinkering with structure and ideas and attempting to get “back into” writing. I’ve found that, for me personally, learning about and researching authors is the greatest way to get “back into” the mindset of writing. It’s beautiful, it really is.
“Let me write the things I have to say, and then be silent until I need to speak. Let me say true things in a voice that’s true, and, with the truth in mind, let me write lies.”
-N.G.
