Have you noticed inspiration rarely arrives at a convenient time - like now, in the middle of the night, when I can’t sleep because I’ve been inspired to write a novella and can’t turn my brain off? That’s why I’m writing this at 1:00 a.m. I hope the exercise will make me sleepy.
I’ve been working on the new book, pictured at the right, The Great Twitter Adventure – or How 5 Tweeps Saved the World. On this project, the moments when my muse has come to visit have not been when I had nothing to do. Oh, no. Rather, she (her name is Shirley) stops by when I’m at work and have to suppress my urge to write or times like tonight, when I’m so tired I can’t think. She’s been nudging me constantly so that I cannot close my eyes in peace. Luckily, I bought a little hand held recorder last year and I’ve been clicking it on and off for the better part of three hours.
This most recent brainchild, which started out as a short story and quickly expanded to novella size, has come in fits and starts, but tonight all the pieces came together. Yet, I’m physically unable to stay up and write for 24 hours straight. It’s times like these that make me yearn for the old days when I could party all night!
I really shouldn’t complain at all, for the greatest fear and test of any writer is that desolate stretch of time when nothing will come. Shirley has occasionally deserted me, although I have to say that the older I get the less this happens, so there is one advantage to advancing age.
Short, this little musing, I know, but something my fellow writers, every one I’ll bet, can relate to.