WORK | Summer Write Nights
Creative writing lends itself well for me to write in the evenings.
In particular, I find there is something magical about writing in the summer evenings. The window by my desk open, allowing any small breeze to come in, a train rumbling by and shaking everything including my heart, the light dimming slowly as the summer sun relents to bed…
I light a candle, put on my twinkle lights, pour some white wine and turn on some music to enter into a state that can only be explained by writers.
If I could, I would stay in that state forever. It is a lot like bliss and ecstasy mixed with a bit of earth to meet you where your feet are. Somewhere in that state you are both high and grounded at the same time.
An excerpt from my write nights:
“Words are like rain. They pour out of us and seek to cover the dry parts of our lives. Like rain, words can come in a pitter patter, or a flood. Like rain, words can be a deluge or a storm or even a simple dewy soft and tender pattern of affection.”