This morning my eyes opened and I lay in my bed between the sleep state and the “get your butt out of bed now” phase.
I never hit snooze on the alarm, in fact I usually wake before the alarm ever goes off.
I am a morning person. I am a late night person.
No, I’m not (really) two-faced (except on Facebook) but I actually am both a morning girl and a late night chick…
because a Writer writes when the muse visits otherwise the Writer will not be living a writing life.
Which explains why this morning I lay in my bed debating (foolishly) whether to get up for the journal I left in my living room, or if I rummage around for paper wherever it may be found. The fact remained, I was not awake enough to discern that I did have a notebook close by, instead my muse came a knockin’ with no consideration for my morning routine. Which is why I am going to be real brave now and tell the truth…despite the ridiculousness of it.
In the morning, what my muse does not realize is that at 50 years of age, the morning bladder routine is important. As I pondered whether to let the words slip past my radar (gasp) or whether to move into the “get your butt out of bed now” phase, and write them down quickly before they evaporated, the priority was narrowed for me.
The usual circus show of me stumbling down the hall with two cats and a dog in tow- yes, we all file into the bathroom- began as usual. For some reason my pets feel they need to witness and monitor my morning routine daily. Close up and very personal. It’s either undying love and affection or more likely a way they ensure the next phase of the morning routine, which includes their breakfast. Either way the bladder dictated the moment. But I, the ever dedicated journal girl, snatched a pad from my desk as I passed the office en route to my morning destination, the Porcelain Throne.
Yes, I really did. And a pen. Naturally.
The words flowed freely. I’ll just refrain from commenting further as you ponder that thought.
I stayed the course completing a poem that refused to adhere to the boundaries of my schedule. I mean what about my morning cuppa?
So, my friends, do yourself a favor and keep that journal close at hand. For one knows not when the muse will come, nor where she’ll venture to go to get it done. Let your pen always be ready. Let your paper be available. Shun her not, and she shan’t shun you!
Have you ever had words come at the most inopportune moment?
Do you capture them or let them slip away?
I’ve done both…
but this morning when the muse came I discovered that she truly knows no bounds and where I go…ahem, she IS more than willing to join me to get it done.
What’s the strangest setting you’ve tried to jot down words when they came? I am sure I am not the only one who writes (in my head) while driving, showering and at the most inappropriate moments. I try to behave…I really do. But what’s an aspiring writer to do?
Your prompts for week 2:
Day 8: Prompt 8 – Everybody Wants To Rule The World
Day 9: Prompt 9 – Art Pass
Day 10: Prompt 10 – One Day Visit
Day 11: Prompt 11- Rich and Famous
Day12: Prompt 12 – Literary Love
Day 13: Prompt 13 – 24 Hours With God in History
Day 14: Prompt 14 – Your Perfect Day
If you are participating in 21 Days of Journaling in January and have written about the experience or prompts on your blog please leave a link below.
Did you have a favorite prompt this week? What are you learning on the journey this week?
Respond in the comments below!
* Please note: These prompts were originally offered as 21 Days of Journaling in June. I also am planning to do a giveaway for all who participate. Stay tuned.