I start creating - in my case usually painting - but now it’s writing. It’s 11 am, the sun is bright and the clouds pass by, casting shadows over my work without a care. The dog is barking, her sharp sound takes me out of my flow, I ignore it…I think someone else can feed her… until I remember that there’s no one home. Before I know it, there aren’t any shadows because it’s dark out, I haven’t turned on the light.
When writing is flowing for me at 4 am, I feel exhilarated,fresh like walking in the rain as words rain down on me.
I start creating - in my case usually painting - but now it’s writing. It’s 11 am, the sun is bright and the clouds pass by, casting shadows over my work without a care. The dog is barking, her sharp sound takes me out of my flow, I ignore it…I think someone else can feed her… until I remember that there’s no one home. Before I know it, there aren’t any shadows because it’s dark out, I haven’t turned on the light.