My sunny music room
In the moments before creation, there is stillness. I’m standing in front of my keyboard, but I don’t play. Instead, I find that I’m staring out the window again. Not wasting time, no, no no. I’m…resetting the brain.
I remember summers as a kid – I would hang upside down off our sticky leather couch and stare up at the ceiling. In this seemingly awkward position, I would imagine how wonderful it would be if the ceiling was the floor. How clean and tidy it would be! Nothing to pick up or trip over – expect for those twirling fans. I’d stay upside down until the rush of blood to my head would make me woozy or until my mom would find me.
Looking back at this memory, I realize I was probably just giving my mind some transition time.
The window in my music room provides that much needed transition time in my writing process. Here, I enter the slippery space between feeling the tinge of inspiration and actually opening its creative coffer. I give myself time to zone out (which is, as I’ve recently learned, an essential part of the creative process) and forget about the menial tasks of the day and enjoy the view: