The Witching Hour
I'm convinced that the hours between 11 p.m. and 4 a.m. are my download hours.
I mean...my brain suddenly unfurls and soliloquy after soliloquy appears. I'm a deep thinker, but this is different.
Not too long ago, I decided to take writing seriously, not just my book, but writing in general. Great, right? I'm committed. I'm driven. I'm envisioning a future that hasn't materialized yet--awesome!
But...what about my sleep? lol.
I could blame the Vietnamese coffee I drank yesterday, but I still would've woken up at 1 or 2 or 3 or 4 without it.
It's like my mind is free of clutter at that time, undistracted, flexible, and ready to receive information that would likely overwhelm me during the day.
These are sacred hours now.
I wanna sleep soundly like my husband beside me. Instead, my mind is shuffling through the next topic to investigate or a new scene/re-vamped scene for my book. I've woken up mid-soliloquy as my brain fires off a masterpiece I'm not sure will land the next day.
In the golden house, these thoughts are life-changing, mesmerizing, mystical, but when the sun rises, they're raw material...a piece ripe with potential but in need of specific tools and patience to sculpt into art.
Who has the time to sort through raw thoughts and create masterpieces?
Writers, Steph. Writers.
But the witching hour carries more than backed-up messages; it also carries hypnagogic images. The blinds on the window double in width and begin to pulse. A strange shadow looks like more than a shadow. And a presence moves to and fro throughout the room.
I'm ok with the blinds changing shape, but everything else? No way.
Maybe, beyond extracting writing material, there's something about this witching hour. Could it actually be the hours in which the veil is thin and the spiritual realm mingles with the physical?
*shrugs*
I'll write about it someday.
Until then...y'all stay safe, and keep your phones beside you at night, just in case you wake up with a brilliant idea.
That idea might change your entire life.
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