A little seed inside my brain began sprouting, the little shoot forcing it’s way out to drink in the sunlight ready to grow.
It was a story idea. I quickly opened a new word document and jotted it down, then I toodled on over to Google to do a little research and decided there was definitely an angle, supporting stats and case studies. There was even a great hook. The idea had blossomed. I busily wrote down all my findings before they withered away (as they tend to do), decided which publication would be best suited for the pitch to and wuh-luh (sp?) a story was born.
By now it was 10:30 at night. So much for my planned early night as no longer had I finished the final full stop on my notes than another idea appeared before me. This time for a blog post.
You see, when an idea strikes me it is usually followed by a wave. Kind of like breaking the seal on a night out after a few wines. One idea leads to another and I am then running to the loo every five minutes (metaphorically speaking of course).
Not that I am complaining. There is nothing worse than searching through the well upstairs only to find it dry. Bone dry. No story ideas in sight. Not even a droplet. Those are hard times.
I often find when my brain is sweeping out the cobwebs of the day that my creative brain starts to take over. Ideas spring to life, I can write without interruption and creative wise things just seem to flow with much more ease. My brain simply cannot multi-task orderly thought with creative thought. So it will be at the times when I am most relaxed that my ideas come. In the shower, on the couch at night or even worse, at two o’clock in the morning.
The 2am thing is a tough one. It is times like those that I find it difficult to get back to sleep. Woken by a barking dog or simply the thoughts untangling themselves upstairs, I can lie awake for hours. Thinking. One thought leads to another and then the worries emerge. Lurking in the darkness they seem so much bigger. The quiet lingers restlessly as if wanting to be heard. And I am forced to listen. Out damned spot, out!
Last night though I was lucky. After typing furiously and capturing my ideas before they disappeared I was able to sleep. And sleep well I must say. Now today I have a few blog posts ready to be expanded on and a story idea to be pitched to an editor! Wish me luck.
Where do you do your best thinking?
Do thoughts, worries and ideas interrupt your sleeping?