I write in my sleep.
And when I awake, I think in paragraphs.
For I'm a writer, an observer of the world. Though I carve out time daily to scratch out my thoughts, inspiration knocks at the most unexpected times.
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I hear the rap when I'm peeling potatoes, boiling eggs, spooning mushy carrots into my baby, or telling my preschooler to eat his broccoli. At those moments, I search for bits of paper. Anything. Even a crumpled napkin will do. I must answer the door even if water spills over or the kitchen is left amiss.
Inspiration enters when I'm plucking tomatoes from my garden, folding laundry, driving to play date, or seeping tea for my hubby. And sometimes the tea never makes it to the table, because the idea speaks louder than the whistling kettle.
When I rest my head on my pillow, a light bulb illuminates my mind. I've got the answer to my protagonist's dilemma. I know if I roll over, or push the muse away, I'll lose the thought. My hero will die. So, I ransack the room for a journal. A writing instrument.
And where are the pens when I'm in dire need?
Oh, I love to bake, put meals on the table, and spend time with loved ones. And if you come over, I'll even make tea.
But, if a sliver of light falls on your cheek, forgive me if I ask you for the back of the receipt in your pocket or purse.
For I'm a scribe.
And when inspiration knocks, I'm compelled to answer.
When does inspiration knock for you? Do you answer? When do you get your best writing ideas?
*this post first appeared on Hoosier Ink, August, 2011