Have you ever had a burst of inspiration in the middle of the night, something so good that you couldn’t possibly forget it by the time you wake up? Of course inevitably you do just that. The amazing revelation that could be your brightest spark in the dark is lost to the ether.
This happened to me last night, something stirred my slumber and I remember having an Archimedes moment of enlightenment. “There is no way I’ll forget that” my subconscious mind thought and while I felt so quiet and content I did not want to spoil the moment by waking myself up. Then as the time came to arise from my grave and cast aside the eiderdown (ok I mean quilt but I’m allowed some poetic freedom and does anyone actually use those anymore anyway?) by this moment I had completely forgotten what exactly my Eureka moment was all about.
I should have learned by now that I have some of my best ideas while in the land of nod. Indeed I used to always keep a notepad by the side of my bed in preparation for the event that I come up with the foundations of a masterpiece in my sleep. At one point in time when I was feeling particularly creative I would even have a tape recorded ready to go to take down tunes I would hear while sleeping. However these would usually be completely indecipherable come morning and those that were intelligible were often from songs I’d heard the day before anyway.
As time rode on I stopped feeling so inspired and as a result I stopped preparing for latent bouts of creativity. I suppose I have gone through a period of uninspired uncertainty that’s created a creative drought of epic proportions. In fact I can’t remember a time when I’ve felt as uninspired as I did over the last couple of years, I was starting to believe that my flame had died and even the embers of my fertile fire were to tepid to reignite.
That all changed a few months ago when out of nowhere I decided that to keep my creative juices flowing I would start writing again and give art and design another bash. There was no major event I can think of that sparked this movement, in fact it came like a bolt out of the blue. But when I think about it now I was always on a hair-trigger just waiting for the slightest jolt to set me off.
Now the connections to the correct parts of my brain are becoming reacquainted I am finding that inspiration is returning at the most inconvenient of times. This usually means either while I am at work, late at night or while I am sleeping and if I am to capitalise on this then I am going to need to be prepared for when the wave of muses crashes over me. Tonight I will be ready with my notepad.
Do you have any tips for keeping creative droughts at bay? Do you have any preparations for when the goddess of creativity visits?