I wrote a post for another blog today, an article I’ve wanted to write for a long time, so I’ve been turning thoughts and ideas over in my head for weeks.
But I forgot about one of my most fruitful sources of inspiration: waking up.
I mean waking up and laying there, letting thoughts come to me clearly, more clearly than they may be able to in the middle of the day.
So as I laid there this morning, in the cold room, looking out the open window as the desert willow rustled slightly in the breeze and the birds chirped, I essentially wrote the article in my head.
Usually, when I wake up, I get up, and I haven’t let the waking-up-writing process play out very often lately. The early morning clear thinking process. So I’m glad I did it today, and I’ll do it a lot more often now that it’s on my mind.
Once I got out of bed and wrote what I’d been thinking on paper, I typed it into the insatiable hopper of the internet blog machine. Only when that was done did I go into the kitchen, turn on NPR and make some coffee. Because you have to strike while the iron is hot.
It reminds me that I used the bed-writing technique very often when I was in my 20s and even 30s. A few times a week. I don’t know if anything I come up with in bed is better than it might otherwise be. Maybe it isn’t. But it feels better. More clear and honest.
So there you go. My kind of Sunday inspiration.