Creativity During The Bewitching Hour

The sound of silence. The fact that the entire world around me is still even as it is in motion. No one making any demands. Nowhere to be but in front of my piece of paper or computer. Depending on my mood decides which tools I use on any given night. It seems almost fitting that to me the best form of writing is when I am creating during the bewitching hour. Throw in a Georgia rainstorm like the one that is hitting the roof the night and you have the makes for an awesome session.

Since most of my pieces deal with the darkness of either the soul or human nature, it feels only fitting that I would do my writing during this time of any given day. It is as if the night allows for all those things that we do not even dare to speak of during the light of day to come aloud and clear. As if the blanket of safety has been ripped away to reveal the darkness of how life can be sometimes. It screams its presents. Whether in one’s creative nature or their nightmares. Both forcing a person to face it. Only one allowing a person an outlet to release it out into the universe.

It almost feels as if I have been working towards this all my life. Even as a child, I preferred the comfort of the unknown shadows of the night to the bright coming of a new day. This might seem a little dark but when one realizes that by the age of five, I had seen more about death than most do by the time they reach their thirties then it all makes sense. Call it trade training. Call it coping inspite of the fact. The point is that for me it works. 

This is not to say that I do not write during the day as well. It just does not seem as original within my brain. Does not have the same feel. It has more of a forced/stale feeling towards it all. Therefore, I guess that the bewitching hour is the unseen muse that feeds my creativity. It must be the reason I feel as if I should be doing something besides sleeping. It is a muse I embrace.