At 3:00 a.m. I turn into a Pulitzer Prize winning author. In the quiet of the pre-dawn hour I can weave layered themes of written word from the comfort of my bed. The work is genius I tell you. The only problem? I don’t remember a damn thing in the morning.
I started leaving a notebook and pen by my bedside so that the next time inspiration struck I would be ready. Inspiration strikes! Oh shoot… I really should have chosen a simple notebook and not one that has a Velcro closure. The distinct ripping sound will surely wake my husband who is a notoriously light sleeper. No problem- I’ve committed my thoughts to memory so I’ll skip the attempt to write them down tonight.
Next morning: Remember anything? Not so much.
Inspiration: Take 2. Awake and have fabulous thoughts ready to scribe. This time I’m prepared. Velcro is already opened and tucked neatly so that I have easy and quiet access to the page. I’m all ready… but then I felt guilty. Do I turn on the light? I’ve got it! I’ll scribble the main themes down in the pitch dark and expand on it when there is daylight.
Next morning: Can you imagine what your handwriting looks like when you’ve written in the dark? My penmanship has taken a nose dive over the years. I guess it’s from all that typing. Cursive writing isn’t even taught in elementary school anymore. They start kids on computers in Kindergarten and away they go. Makes me want to buy pen and ink sets for all my nieces and nephews and start teaching a class on Old English calligraphy.
I’m starting to think that sleep is getting in the way of my productivity. My next plan of attack is to get up, go downstairs, brew coffee and write until my carpel tunnel kicks in. Who needs sleep anyway?