The Nightshift
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- July 14th, 2008 |
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Alert in Seattle brings on new meaning when staying up all night has nothing to do with another person but rather the shameless addiction of the written morpheme. I would love to be a day person at any point, maybe when I grow up because I do miss that late morning air however, the night dawns so quickly thusly my day begins.
Like a ghost I prowl the halls and corners at night intelligent myself for that next article or any great witty words that will excel among the thousands. The right morpheme that will make a difference in individual’s life between crossing the line or playing it safe. The article that will either entice the customer to read more or to move on.
Writing at night leads to isolation and placidity which delivers to the hand the cerebration processes that fills the mind from happenings during the day. Every now and so you have to accept a walk to get the oxygen flowing from the brain. Like a vampire suck every morpheme that I can pen; writers block is not pretty. As I wake a family member piece roaming the badlands they admiration what is wrong with me. As my family watches by day I keep guard over them at night; sounds pretty safe to me.
Writing is not for everyone. You either have it or you don’t. You can train individual who has it to be better however for those that just don’t get it, should not attempt this at home. You have nights where the words just flow but so you have long alert nights trying to figure out what to put down. It has to come natural, like being a musician, you hit the notes or you don’t. You drive your family nuts with what is your first love as they continue to advocate you to get any kip.
What am I going to do in the day that I can’t do at night? Become a part of the early birds, in which elite thinks of as “normal.” Yea I’ve heard all the aphorisms, early bird gets the insect. Can’t fly with the eagles if you hoot with the owls at night. Tell me who says that hooting with owls is a bad abstraction? Do you ever believe I can change from being like a ghost, a vampire, a night guard or a scribe? Probably not so for now, I’m on the nightshift.