I had maps on my mind all day. Challenged by a prompt by Glenda Funk at Ethical ELA about mapping our voices, I couldn’t get any ideas. I love maps, literally and metaphorically. So I’ve thought of maps all day, but I didn’t write anything.
Before I went to sleep, I had a spark of an idea. I jotted a note about all the moves we’ve made as a pastor’s family. Maybe that’s what I’ll map, I thought. The moves have made for interesting cultural experiences, but they were not great for the stability of family and friends. I wanted to somehow capture these moves, but I needed to go to sleep after a long day.
Then at 1:57 a.m. I woke up thinking of maps again. I jotted some notes on the notebook on my nightstand. Then after another 15 minutes of lying there, I got out of bed and came to write in the dark without my glasses. I used Ctrl+ and relied on the red underlinings for my misspelled words.
Now it’s just about 4:00 a.m. and I decided to write this Slice of Life too, which I had also neglected yesterday. So, although it is officially Wednesday here, I’ll post this before I go back to bed!
Here is a link to this month’s Ethical ELA poems I’ve written, including the early morning “poem” I wrote about mapping my daughter’s moves.
You are a night writer. Then again 4:00 am can be considered morning writer.
I have lost many ideas for not writing them down when they visited me at night. Sometimes my night scribbles are hard to decipher. I haven’t tried typing at night.
I definitely prefer to write by day! Once in a while I’m drawn to get out of bed and finish something, but it’s rare. I can relate about the night scribbles being hard to decipher. Inevitably I forget where I wrote last time, so they pile up on each other.