Nocturnal

I think i may be nocturnal. I was making paper mache piniatas last night at like 11 o clock. Then, natrually, I was in a creative mood so I started writing a short story. By 3 o clock a.m. i decided that I was going to write a novel, a picturesque tale of a small town girl with bigger dreams. That was my 3 o clock a.m. creativity explosion. So I joined an online writer's community where writer's can publish things and have thier peers review and rate them. By 5 a.m. i had one page done and it was beautiful outside so I decided to go into my backyard and sit by the lake and write. Upon seeing the beauty of the sun rise over the lake I had to include it in my story of course. It is funny how creativity works that way, it depends on stream of conciousness thinking. I Talked about how the ripples erupted into a frenzy of motion then slowly and gracefully dissapted back into the glassy stillness of the water's surface; and how the only sounds that could be heard were those of distant bicycle bells, and nesting birds waking up to greet the warmth of a new day. By 7 a.m. the sun was fully up and was hurting my eyes so I went back into my room. There it was cold and dark and my bunk bed feels like a fortress so I changed my mind completely and wanted to write a medieval tale of chivalry and romance! Then i got tired... so now I am goign to sleep and probably not writing a novel. Sorry. good night.