Back in January, one of the topics for my daily Writing Practice was: Nearing Midnight. At that time, I had been battling Bronchitis since Thanksgiving and sleep was difficult at best. Here is a modification of the writing for that topic.
Nearing Midnight --- the witching hour is what I have come to call it. Again, I am nearing midnight and cannot sleep. Why does my muse pick the middle of the night to wake me with hundreds of words running through my head...especially when I have to be up for work even before the dawn thinks about breaking!
It seems for months now, I fall asleep for what is the equavilent of a good Sunday afternoon nap...then I am wide eyed with words pounding my brain. Words that are begging to be released, let out in the open to run wild and free. I am forced to get up and write them all down before they are lost forever. At times like these, it seems that something takes my hand and I have no control except to write what the pen chooses when it meets paper. This happens nightly...sometimes I am writing for only a short time and the words are exhausted -- as am I. Others, I am up for the entire time I should be sleeping -- not good for work the next day.
Someone once told me the older you get, the less sleep you need. I know my father seemed to never sleep in his twilight years. If this keeps up for me though, I will NEVER sleep again! With that being said, I should get a hell of a lot of writing done!
This piece of micropoetry also crept into my head as I was writing to the 'Nearing Midnight' topic.
"My Muse and Sleep are at WAR~one keeps waking the other~demanding~I write"
Always I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you LOVE.
As Ever, Annie
Nearing Midnight --- the witching hour is what I have come to call it. Again, I am nearing midnight and cannot sleep. Why does my muse pick the middle of the night to wake me with hundreds of words running through my head...especially when I have to be up for work even before the dawn thinks about breaking!
It seems for months now, I fall asleep for what is the equavilent of a good Sunday afternoon nap...then I am wide eyed with words pounding my brain. Words that are begging to be released, let out in the open to run wild and free. I am forced to get up and write them all down before they are lost forever. At times like these, it seems that something takes my hand and I have no control except to write what the pen chooses when it meets paper. This happens nightly...sometimes I am writing for only a short time and the words are exhausted -- as am I. Others, I am up for the entire time I should be sleeping -- not good for work the next day.
Someone once told me the older you get, the less sleep you need. I know my father seemed to never sleep in his twilight years. If this keeps up for me though, I will NEVER sleep again! With that being said, I should get a hell of a lot of writing done!
This piece of micropoetry also crept into my head as I was writing to the 'Nearing Midnight' topic.
"My Muse and Sleep are at WAR~one keeps waking the other~demanding~I write"
Always I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you LOVE.
As Ever, Annie
