image by Sara Gossett
As I’ve said before, you never know when inspiration is going to hit. For me, this early (as in, not yet 6am) Wednesday morning, it has hit during the precise hours I wish to be sleeping. I sat in my studio all day yesterday, staring at my materials, willing them to speak to me, and produced very little. I tucked myself into bed tonight, and suddenly the ideas would not stop coming. Eventually I stopped fighting it, dragged myself out from under the covers, and got to work. As I am currently wide awake and feeling motivated, I’m going to consider it more of a blessing than a curse.