golden hour photography of vehicle park near fence

The sun was setting, and I was getting my pages done, as I usually do. The evening stars were getting ready to climb into their places, and the stage was set for another story to pour in from the universe.

I noticed, while outlining and imagining the scene that I felt a little uneasy between the word sprints and sipping water for hydration and health. I was trying to write, but I began to notice a sporadic pattern to my breathing.

I’d take a breath then stop. Breathe some more then stop. Write a few more words then breathe again and stop. Everything was out of rhythm.

I didn’t believe this was a problem, but I noticed my words were irritable and my characters out of synch. The universe inside and outside of me seemed imbalanced.

I remembered what I’d learned about breathing from a blog post or some book from a guru of gurus. Relax your facial muscles then breathe down into the lungs then up and out along the spine.

I was calm, again, and the words flowed easy.

Photo by: Ben Shanks

Living at Night

Between the mini-stars and the blanket of the sky there is peace at night.

In the dark ocean of the night, I accomplish almost most of my work between the hours of 2AM and 7AM.

The world is quiet. The rain is peaceful. The universe gives in these hours.

I’m back to work on my screenplay, Therapy. We start rehearsals this week.

This will be fun and exciting. Updates coming soon.

Photo by Yeshi Kangrang