I am a midnight writer.
For me, it begins with calming my breathing. Letting myself reach a calm, trance-like state. It has to be quiet all around. Then I can begin. Begin to search the day’s memories and impressions. Perhaps to dive in to old but vivid memories. There is a joy in using only words to recreate a special moment or time, and in that creation there is almost a recreation. A second, precious enjoyment. Yet the true enjoyment comes in setting the words off to others, who may or may not read. The most happy times are when a reader replies and describes how they felt when reading my ideas. It is a magical, addictive feeling. It is blogging. I probably sound arrogant and big-headed. You may be thinking ‘who’s he think he is, sharing his words’. The truth is though, I am actually very shy and have little confidence. I have wanted to share my writing since I was seven, and only now, Twenty Six years later, do I feel brave enough. Who knows if anything will come out of it? Whatever the outcome, at least I will know that I tried.
Please comment and tell me what you thought of my work, or send me any ideas that you would like me to write about.
Fare thee well xXx