I have decided to admit defeat and give in to my nocturnal tendencies this winter.
I blame lockdown, although I have battled with night insomnia all my life.
Around 5 or 6pm I usually have to do something energetic to stay awake. I fight the sleepiness and sometimes I even have a granny nap. But what is it arout midnight that goes PING in my head?
All the ideas imaginable, that were dry bones since lunchtime, suddenly flood into my mind space and the inspiration sings like an angel's choir.
It is quite extraordinary.
Last night, I had gone to bed with Romeo (the artist's ca), and there it was, ye olde inspiration thingamabob. I was forced to get up and plug in the keyboard for my latest composition for Fanny Blomme part 3.
Before I knew it, there I was again at dawn slaving over hot piano keys and electronic drum pads.
And the thing is, because of the velvet four-poster bed, the blackout curtains, and the warm kitty, I could sleep all day.
So here I am again, typing the Dominartist diaries at lunchtime.
Stay safe x
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