Thunder in the air

[smokingboot]

A night of thought and not much sleep. Arrived at a conclusion or two perhaps too private to record; I make things real for myself by writing them down, so there is a certain safety in the numinous. These things are of no actual use to me barring self-knowledge, which can only go so far. It has taken me years to understand that I do my best work in the throes of idiocy.

The air is oppressive this morning. I am quite looking forward to some rain.

Comments

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

Oddly. it's the other way round for me; pinning the demon to the page robs it of much of its power.

Here's to a better night's sleep tonight!

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

pinning the demon to the page robs it of much of its power.

For me it depends on the demon; some thing fully formed but all pent up certainly loses its power once expressed. Something inchoate given shape either becomes the former or just sits among the sentences, staring at me in grim majesty.

To better sleep all round!

[thomryng.livejournal.com]

It has taken me years to understand that I do my best work in the throes of idiocy.

I think this may be rather more common than you suppose. Random silliness is often the brain's way of manifesting the cross-wiring from whence comes genius.

Or something.

[bottomlescup.livejournal.com]

"I make things real for myself by writing them down.."

Me too.