It
always seems that I am up late at night writing a blog. It’s not that I don’t
try to get it done earlier it’s just a very simple fact that the ideas and the
ability to construct these short essays don’t come to me until there is a
slight heaviness in my eyes. I even have the word document open on my computer
throughout the day, ready to go, but I rarely find myself actually typing
anything. The same can be said for the blank sheets of paper that wind up being
neglected as they are shuffled from one side of my desk to the other during the
course of my regular working day.
Sometimes,
like now, the night brings a wave of prose that forces me to either write well
beyond the 400 word minimum I set at the beginning or I am jumping from one
document to another recording two streams of thought nearly simultaneously to
be posted on consecutive days. What you are reading now if the second of the
two. It is an annoying all or nothing situation that I find myself in every
day. It’s almost like my creativity is bipolar… it either shies away or I can’t
get it to shut the heck up.
Of
course it could be the fact that there is only so much creativity and focus
that I can produce at one time and with my job requiring much of that focus and
energy it proves difficult to syphon enough of the focus away to even jot down
a few sentences or word combinations. And that is just for this blog… my other
writing is solely a weekend endeavor and only when that too is not filled with
the overflow from the week. Those projects require more than the focus of
night, they require the vibrancy of the day.
For
everything else… personal correspondences (yes, I still write actually letter
on occasion), newsletters, emails, and blogs… the evening is still the time to
let he ink flow and the fingers fly like a wounded hummingbird. In the end, there
is something about the night that motivates me to write. The catalyst that is
midnight, the urgency of the hour, and the desire to bring the day to a close
are what I need to keep this blog going. It isn’t every night but it is more
often than not an essential part of this less than creative process. And when I
stop to think about it, it has pretty much been the same way throughout my
writing life. Maybe not always this late but certainly after the sun has gone
to sleep and the liveliness of the day is all but a memory.
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