31 October 2012
This Opuss is being written at a time when it seems most of the community have fallen victim to sleep. Me, sitting here, continuously refreshing and re-refreshing the feed, in the bare hope that someone has posted something.
I cannot get to sleep. My mind is whirring, idea after idea being pumped in, sorted and checked. Some I simply discard right away - others need a little more time to decide. It can be difficult as a writer sometimes.
To me, it is as if the world has frozen in time. The only concept of it is the distance between now and the last post on my feed (though in this case it is a repost), which gradually gets larger.
I am feeling terribly alone. But I know that this clock at night marks the beginning of dreams. Where most of the creative magic happens - for me, at least. When there are no barriers like tiredness, or remembering to move, and so on. Just thinking.
And then, when Opuss awakes after its short night, I know that the ice has melted and the heat wave of creative energy has begun.
Frozen World • Opuss № I