It's that feeling I get. A tightening of the chest. A sort of rush, like a drug humming in my veins. I wish I could get this feeling every time I sit down at my desk to write. I have it now, at almost 2:00 am. Normally, I'd be dashing off to open one of my works in progress, but not this morning.
I want to figure out what sparks this feeling so that I can try to recreate it when I need to be creative. Things that might have factored in to this:
1. Beautiful blue sky this morning. Crisp and clear day, yet cool. I love California weather and the scenery.
2. I went shopping for new expensive toys today. We bought a 40" Plasma TV. My husband loves the whole shopping experience where he gets to badger multiple sales people and shop as many stores as he can possibly go to before he finally makes a purchase. I love getting the new toy home and figuring out how it all works. Gadgets are so much fun!
3. I watched a lot of TV today. And I actually think this might be the key. I watched some amazing television where the actors were good looking, the writers were spot on and the whole atmosphere of the show was just perfection. I also watched a few blah shows that I am still keeping up with even though I'm finding that they've gone ridiculous and are just a waste of time. Bones, Supernatural: I'm talking to you. The Mentalist: You are so right there, on the edge. Then there was the horribly stupid reality shows that are like watching a train wreck. But I think all of these varied shows help me to be more creative. I see what not to do, I see possibilities in reality TV and I see what really, really works for me. Damon Salvatore, you work it, man!
Well, whatever it is that gets this feeling deep in the heart of me, that feeling like I have to move my characters forward, I have to make scenes come alive in a .doc file, the feeling that I'll burst if I don't start typing, I feel so blessed/lucky to get that feeling.
It would be nice if the feeling happened at 9:00 am or 10:00 pm, when I have set aside time to write. Not 2:00 am when I should be asleep and I've going to regret staying up, in the morning when my six year old is jumping on me like joyful bit of sunshine, asking for breakfast.
I'm going to write in a few minutes, but just like this post, I'm sure what I write won't make much sense in the morning. I'll have to edit later. At least the story will get edited. Somehow, I think it's a good thing to babble incoherently on my blog once in a while, just to remind myself why I should go to sleep before 2:00 am in the future.
Write on, creative people! Write on!