It’s past midnight. The sun is a distant memory, city lights twinkle like low-lying stars in the distance, and the world is silent. My mind is full of ideas at the moment. Ideas for some short stories I hope to complete, to send off to various anthologies in the hope of getting published. Ideas for that novel that has been poking and prodding at my subconscious for a long, long time. Ideas for the new feature I’m introducing to my radio show next Tuesday.
The urge to be creative is an all-consuming one, and continues to excite me. But a part of being creative is to absorb the creations of others, and as 1AM fast approaches, and the world goes ever-more quiet in the throes of night-time ambience, I have decided to do just that.
Tucked up in bed, a hot cup of tea by my side, and 100 or so pages left of Dean Kootz’s 77 Shadow Street.
Tomorrow will bring a new day, and with it, new hopes, new inspiration. But, just for now, the night-time world is eternal.
Goodnight, sleep tight, dream well….