Sometimes all it takes is a good night’s rest to kick start the creative process. It’s been a rough week for me. With computers on the fritz, car trouble and the heat stealing any chance of rest, I hadn’t been feeling too creative lately. Last night had been the last straw as I removed the remaining plastic from my air conditioner I had banished to the basement. While I wouldn’t call myself cheap, I would call myself frugal. If I can get by with less, I will. What’s a few nights of discomfort compared to a lower electric bill?
I abandoned that thinking as another sleepless night stood defiant before me. The thought of laying in a pool of my own sweat was enough to motivate me; and with the bravado of Zeus in Clash of the Titans, I commanded that the air conditioner be released. The summer heat won this round and I am sure PECO thanks it. By the time I got home, my girlfriend had installed the AC in the bedroom. (She’s the maintenance woman of the house, while I am the IT department.) When I went upstairs, a cool and refreshing breeze greeted me.
I took a quick shower and went straight to bed. The sleep I had that night was the most amazing sleep I could have imagined. It was a deep and dreamless sleep. It’s like all the fatigue, worries and problems were sucked into the vacuum of that darkness. When I opened my eyes, I felt that someone pressed a giant reset button. I felt good physically, but more importantly, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.
I ate breakfast with my main protagonist from my unfinished novel. We filled each other in on what had been happening in our lives–all the while taking notes mind you–and promised to keep in touch and not let so much time pass before talking again. I am going to take her up on the offer as the conversation was enjoyable. After we parted, I thought about my blog entries and how a few of my issues would make good articles. So, I took scribbled a few notes and uploaded them to Evernote.
On the train, I worked on this blog entry. The commute to work is my free-writing time. It gives me a chance to catch up on blog posts. And in doing all of this, I feel more alert than usual.
Over the next week–excluding Saturday–I want to focus on going to bed early and getting up earlier in the morning. I think this will lead to better productivity in the creative department. At least until I get back to the gym in the mornings.
I guess Ben Franklin was right after all. Who knew?