Late Night Writing

Whichever day of the week it may be, once the sun has dunked its head into the horizon and the night takes hold, my will to write becomes stronger.

My imagination becomes more vivid and my thoughts become clearer. I'm not saying I can't and won't write during the day, ofcourse this is the case. However it all seems to fit together better under the metaphorical sheet of darkness that night brings, or perhaps the more real duvet.

Why is this? Is it because the internal bodyclock is trying to relax and therefore the thoughts of the day have dwindled away, leaving room for new ideas. Although the silence and calm can also lend well, especially when in a busy home.

Whatever the reason, if writing at night does anything, it eventually sends you off to sleep and if your lucky, some rather interesting dreams!

Blogging vs Writing

I realise as I write this of the sheer irony it creates. The difference between the blog and of writing itself can be extreme, but can also be relatively indifferent, I guess it depends on the blogger themselves.

Writing a short story or book requires thought, and lots of it. Teamed with hoards of imagination, willpower and of-course a willing and able skill with the language itself. Writing is a passion, a state of mind. It can take us to worlds that we never thought we could ever imagine. It's liberating, yet screams escapism. It's creative, yet largely private.

Blogging on the other hand is rather different. Blogs do not need a word count or (technically) any kind of structure or thought process. Due to this, they can act more as a distraction and degrade the skill of your writing as a whole (perhaps only in extreme circumstances..). 

Writing is a life-long skill which is never fully mastered, but you can happily blog after a few mere minutes. Can the two work productively together?

Imagination.

Someone who claims to have no imagination should try to write just a single chapter for a book. The results may surprise you.

Have You Ever Seen A Ghost?

A question most of us may not be able to answer with 100% confidence. Whether this be because it was dark, we were half asleep or we just may not completely be sure what it was.

This includes myself, my only experience with a ghostly figure was from when i was much younger. It was the middle of the night but for some reason, my eyes were open and I was awake. I witnessed the emergence of a figure in the room, a figure resembling that of a woman but with a fine consistency whereby you could just about make out the outline of objects hiding behind her as she wandered around the room. The figure wore what seemed to be a polka dot dress, until she glanced across to me and spotted me watching her. She slowly moved over to the bed and in a gentle movement, her face came right up to my own as it gently passed through me; the figure was then never seen again.

I was strangely calm at witnessing this and easily fell back to sleep. Due to many factors, this could easily be part of a dream, or a trick of the light in an otherwise dark room. One thing is for sure though, I, like I've mentioned earlier, cannot be 100% confident on what happened and what I saw.

One thing to note however is that several years later when I was speaking to my mother about this, she also mentioned the fact that she also saw a woman in a poka dot dress when she was a child, just wandering about. More so, we had a friend of the family that had died before I was born, which always used to wear poka dot clothes.

Strange stuff, but overall I am still left skeptical on the whole aspect of ghosts.