names are hard.
they're the brand or label of a company. the different meanings of names in different languages (or double meanings in the same language) makes it challenging to find something that works. names have always escaped me when trying to figure out characters for stories. none of them ever seemed right, unless they went through a rigorous process. i've been working on names for a new blog for months now. and nothing seemed to fit right to me, to what i want to do.
until last night.
i was getting ready for bed at a decent hour (10pm) and then wound up not going to bed until much later (1-2am). as i was flipping the sheets back and scooting in on the mattress, i was thinking to myself about why i have this problem consistently. i can never go to bed "on time." i was mourning the passing of the days where i could stay up as late as i pleased with little to no consequences, mostly because i find my most creative self late at night.
nighttime has less distractions. it's more peaceful, more mysterious. it's inviting and comfortable. all the weird thoughts come trickling out after midnight, when the wild things roam. i love that about the night.
growing up, i constantly heard myself described as a "night owl." staying up late was (and is) not an issue for me. the night suited me best.
also growing up, i constantly heard myself described as "creative." ever since i could read, i wanted to share stories. ever since i could hold a writing utensil in my hand, i kept drawing and doodling.
in the end, it makes sense that these descriptors have come together to describe me, to label me, to brand me once again. as i fell asleep last night, i thought about the struggles of being a creative night owl. tell me: do you have a similar situation? regular life is robbing you of your creativity?
share with me!
eb.
.creative.nightowl.
