There are two voices that meet me in the half-awake place. First it is the Voice of Creativity, followed shortly by the Voice of Promise.
The Voice of Creativity presents me with an exquisite sentence, a detailed setting, the perfect analogy, the metaphor I’ve been thirsting for, or even an entire book outline.
For example, two nights ago I wrote the entire first chapter of my next book. Pure beauty, I tell you. It was a thesis in its own right, capturing life’s fleeting moments in words that people want to read. It was funny. Honest. Meaningful.
And then the voice of Promise says, “You’re right – that is beautiful and perfect. So dazzling, in fact, that you’ll remember it all tomorrow. Who could forget something like this? Surely not you. So rest your weary head, darling artist and keeper of words. They’ll be here in the morning.”
This voice cannot be trusted.