I wake up around 5 am every morning to work on the musical I’m writing.
I am a morning person. My wifey is not.
I remember when I decided that my best time to write was real early in the morning. I woke up while it was still dark. Melissa rolled over and asked, “What are you doing?”
It sounded kind of like she had just asked me why I was wearing her pink plush robe singing “All By Myself” into her hairdryer.
That’s never happened.
But I have to say–that first morning when I decided to get up and write was exhilarating. (I just had to look up that spelling after about four failed attempts. Ding.)
I thought to myself, “Yeaaaah. I’m CRAZY enough to do this! I need to write, just like Rainer Maria Rilke talks about!”
I finished the first draft of the libretto a few weeks ago, and it felt great.
For reals, though, I mighta cried.
When I looked at my (what one of my heroes Anne Lamott calls) shitty first draft, I realized these pages of story grew one 45-minute sit-down at a time.
Over the course of a few months, I got to collaborate with my characters and form this kinda-wieldy ball of clay that we can shape into a coherent story.
Yesterday, I shared with a student that every morning when I wake up in the early hours my brain says, “Ummmm, maybe you wanna keep sleeping.”
That’s when I sing to myself….”God I’m a writah!”
Then I kinda chuckle, real quiet, you know. Then I go, “5-4-3-2-1,” give Melissa a lil kiss, quietly launch my butt outa bed, then I go write.
This amusing and dramatic quote from Cassie’s pivotal moment in A Chorus Line is also a conversation. “God, I’m a writer.”
It’s one of the things I believe God gave me a deep desire to do, to share stories.
One crucial point here. I set up the coffee pot the night before. Getting downstairs to a full pot of hot cawfee–this is key.
Forty-five minutes a day for a thing you’ve got the fire for makes a huge difference in just a few months.