I'm about to do something quite frivolous.
I'm going to write a blogpost and it's going to be rather self-indulgent, well for me anyway.
It's going to be about nothing particular at all.
It's such a long time that I've done such a thing. In recent years I have dedicated most of my writing to championing campaigns, promoting the great and the good and sharing those proud moments that bloggers love to position carefully on the public mantlepiece that is the world wide web.
But this blogpost isn't about any of that. It's about this precise moment in time, when I catch myself awake from my slumber and unable to fall back into the deep sleep that I desperately crave.
My mind is alert, buzzing heavily with creative ideas as well as worries and anticipation. They feel so loud against the stillness of the night.
The hour is late.
Yet some might say it's early.
Perspective is a wondrous thing,,.
as is having the space to write without barriers, expectations or pre-conceived ideas about self-expression.
Sentences begin to flow following the spirit of word association, with one stream of thought bubbling into the next. Even if it doesn't make much sense, there is great satisfaction in just letting the words trickle out of the mind to fill the unlimited space that stares back at you.
If there are limits, they are only defined by time, point-of-view, or for whatever reason, the paths where you most fear to tread.
In the silence, it is easy to confront such limitations, or if more passively speaking, simply ignore.
And when the night sky is your only audience, your dreams can be set free, like fireworks that add sparkle to your imagination.
The night still lies silent and I can hear the clock tick..and tock.
I'm suddenly sleepy.
Maybe this blogpost about nothing particular at all has ultimately reached its destination.
And at its end, it now seems quite possible that it wasn't really about nothing at all. Instead it's made me very mindful of an imminent blogging challenge that's very important to me and at times feels quite daunting. Suddenly my tired words are beginning to make sense to my tired mind.
I think I'm ready to go back to sleep now.
In the morning this will most likely look like nonsense.
Such is the self-indulgence of blogging.