“You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.” – Saul Bellow.
From midnight to 3am, while my village falls silent and stars twinkle against the vast blackness of the sky. While most people around me travel to the ‘Land of Nod’ to experience adventurous dreams. While creatures of the day snuggle down, for rest. While Mother Nature sends forth life that lives by the light of the moon.
Like a cryogenic suspension chamber opening to reveal precious contents, each protected in icy mist. Words and ideas that have been held in suspended animation, while I go about the day-to-dayness of life, defrost amid the great nightly thaw. Gleaming, vibrant, energised and imbued with expression, observation and experience. Word-smithery invigorated by the coming of the midnight hour. The time when creativity, imagination, ideas and words can be brought together to create something organic; something that reveals yet more of the human story.
“Creativity is the greatest evidence of the nature of the human condition.” – Dean Parsons. (You see….I’m even creating quotes for myself as I write this reflective piece at 1am!).
The human condition, in all of its beauty and horror. It is there to be found in all human creativity.
It would seem that I am often to be found at my desk in the middle of the night. That is my own experience of the human condition. I wonder? Are all writers sitting up in the small hours contemplating life, the universe and everything? Think of all of the words being committed to screen and paper across these ancient, craggy islands this very night!
Which way is it, to ‘The Land of Nod’? Writers need to go there to rest awhile. I will head there, shortly.