Night Time Ramblings…….

It’s often when my creativity is at its best – that half way point in the night when barely asleep and barely awake; that state between sleep and consciousness when thoughts and sentences are allowed free access and float around, unhindered by the natural thoughts of the day.

All of the above, I found written on post its notes one morning last week. I have a small post it note type pad beside my bed along with a pen. I often find a pile of these on my floor but have no recollection of having written them. But they’re always filled with wonderful sentences and deep thoughts from the night. I don’t sit up and write; I don’t even think I open my eyes; I must simply grab the pad and pen and write a few words on each page, before tearing off and letting it drop to the floor before writing a few more words.

The next morning, with no recollection,  I grab them all up off the floor and type out each one and then try to piece together the puzzle. Pages are sometimes still attached which makes the problem solving easier, but I’m often amazed at the words I’ve written.

While me and Anna were writing the book. She’d ask me a question and sometimes I’d give a rubbish reply but she’d wait until the morning and more often than not, my hands had written the profound answer in the night and I’d gain my brownie point for the day……😇

Tiny gems of thoughts uncovered in my sleep…

The trouble is my writing has gone to pot and sometimes my thoughts are illegible and gone forever. But trying to solve the thread of thought is another form of sudoku for my early morning brain.

It’s always an exciting exercise to see what my night time mind has been thinking.

Just like solving the genuine from false smile on a person. The answer lies in their eyes. A genuine person smiles with their eyes, a fake smiler has no twinkle………….

All the words in Italic were found on post its on the floor the other morning. I used to have post its by my bed when I worked. If I woke in the night with a thought about a task or a solution at work whittling away at my tired brain, I’d write it on a post it which would allow me to return to sleep.

Maybe now, thoughts are allowed a clear passage at night time but the routine of writing on a post it is still there……

For those who weren’t aware or hadn’t realised, the yellow on my book cover are post it notes escaping from my mind…..