Wednesday, May 18, 2011

The Genius Hour

The thing about writing is that it's hard to turn it off.  I try, lord knows I try but sometimes I just can't do it.  On those long, long nights, because that's almost always when my involuntary writing happens, I lie motionless.  Anyone would think I'm asleep but in my mind there is a torrent of words.

What do I write?  It's all the most amazing stuff, perfect prose with a dash of wit and no typos anywhere, because you can't make typos when you're writing in your head.  The sentences are clear.  The meanings and nuances they convey are even clearer.  They are true literary masterpieces.  At 4:00 in the morning I'm certain I will remember each and every gem because they are so perfect as to be unforgettable.  Even though morning washed everything away the time before, and the time before that, I am confident this time will be different.

Sometimes I plot.  I work out all those knarly plot kinks that have been bothering me.  Everything magically connects in a symbiotic fashion at 4:00 in the morning.  The only problem is that at 7:00 when the alarm goes off it's all gone and I'm left chasing the shadows of all that perfection.

2 comments:

Elliot Grace said...

...so true. And when you watch the elderly cross the street under a steady drizzle, or an eight year old lighting up a cigarette on a park bench, you'll cringe, but think...hmm, there's a story there. And you'll yearn to hit the keyboard.

EL

lizy b said...

Absolutely! For me its the treadmill...and I come up with cookie designs, and then I feel guilty for thinking about cookies while being on the treadmill.....