The famous writer says that every day, she showers, gets dressed properly, then walks through the living room to her office and sets to work. Only on sick days does she stay in bed to write, a guilty pleasure. I don’t feel guilty, and I write nearly every poem in bed, well into darkness, way past late when my dog and husband are already sound asleep beside me. There’s something sacred about this time. The dark of night is a creative opportunity few people claim. Only in bed, at day's end, can I write words that I would censor when the sun returns. In the dark, fatigue and the promise of sleep loosen my tongue–and words come.
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I love this and feel very much the same way.
Really enjoyed the rhythm and flow to this - a joyful read!