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?

My writing life

Have you ever had one of those days where all you want to do is write but the universe is conspiring against you?  I seem to have those days more often than not - especially when I'm working.

When I'm on a project, I work 10-15 hours a day intensively.  When I get home, the last thing I want to do is look at more words on a page or create more.  I want to sleep.

Today I woke up with story ideas roaring through my brain.  I had snippets of dialogue yelling at me as I was showering, the image of a living room came to me as I was heading down the elevator to my car.  I drove to work with lines of dialogue on the tip of my tongue - and stepped into the world of someone else's imagination - a set from someone else's imagination and am looking at script pages with someone else's words on it.

I'm feeling awfully discombobulated.

I can only hope that the words stay with me - the emotion of this new story is easily retrievable when I sit down to write again on the weekend...  5 whole days away...  :: sigh ::