Why do I get my inspiration now, at bedtime. I am so tired I feel like i have anvils on my eye lids. Yet it happens all the time and if I dare go to sleep when this magical train of amazingness chugs its way across my weary brain then that is it no more stops at the creativity station for me.
Surely I cant be the only one it happens to? You know the drill, lights off, head down, eyes closed then bam, there it is. The lightening bolt, the flash illuminating your brain at this ungodly hour depriving you of your much needed shut eye and god knows you need it as who knows how long your baby/children/noisy neighbours will let you sleep for.
This was me tonight at midnight wanting to sleep yet unnaturally driven to write, to go forth and inform all others of the thought process going on under my mop of wild jet black hair, that too unnatural (premature greyness is heriditory)
Yet I actually have nothing to say, no witty post about about the days news, no advice for impending stages of children’s development, nothing, just the urge to write to get it all out like literary vomit (sorry) . To ease my possible insomnia (insanity) and to help me get that much needed shut eye, I am here writing about the fact that, well at bedtime my brain likes to do its best work. When I should be sleeping is when I am at my most creative and inspired I would wonder why or how but I’m too tired!
How can I be too tired to heave myself upstairs to bed yet once there I am like a machine need to write, need to blog, need to get these damn words out of my head just let me sleep!
Anyway I will leave you with my midnight musings, oohh posh words are coming out to play now, and try to get some shut eye for the night and stave off the suitcase sized bags that will not doubt be the hangover of my late night ramblings.