A number of things robbed me of my time over the weekend, so I did not get my review of Something About the Blues written. And last night I was feeling really tired, so I came up with the plan to hit the sack early
to get up at 0400 and get a couple of hours of writing done before going to my day job.
No, I did not sleep through the alarm. I actually got up at 0400, turned on the computer, and came up with a prodigious amount of nothing. I didn't really feel tired. In fact, I was well rested. What I did discover was
this: inspiration does not strike me early. Creativity is at near zero in the wee hours. Whatever I managed to squeeze through the keyboard came out flat and lifeless. The lesson? If I want to get more than a few flaccid
sentences onto the page, I must do my writing in the evening. With my day job, of course, staying up late or pulling all-nighters is not really an option. Certainly not a wise one.
So, for anyone awaiting that review, please accept my apology. It will have to wait a bit longer.
