Me Time

I'm exhausted.  And fulfilled.

I'm typing this on my balcony.  It's 8am.  I've been out here, coffee in hand, since 6 and I have been writing.  This doesn't happen every day when I'm in the middle of a show - most days sleep wins over everything, but today I'm really glad I got my tired ass out of bed and showered and dressed early.

My favourite time of the day is early early morning.  There's a hum that occurs over the city in the early hours that I find incredibly soothing, and whether it's that city white noise or my half-sleep state, I find my brain can go to a creative place.

I wasn't writing anything in particular - I had an indulgent, 'write whatever comes' experience, and it was lovely.  And yes, it was indulgent... and decadent, satisfying, and oh so needed!

As the city came alive, transit busses started motoring by, and construction crews started working across the road, and the sun started peeking up over the Second Narrows Bridge, my inner creative got sparked out of sleep, stretched, got to moving.  It was lovely.

My call time today isn't until 10, so I still have another hour before I have to leave for work, and I plan on making the most of it.  I can truly start the day now, having stretched my own imagination, and take on the challenges that will inevitably present themselves knowing that what really matters has been lovingly tended to and the rest is just gravy.

What's your favourite time to write?