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silence, noise

I've been awake since 5:30 in the morning. I had to wake up early because I'm part of a clinical trial and had to do important clinical trial things. This is to say, I'm pretty sure I signed a confidentiality agreement where I can't be that specific about the things I do and don't do in this clinical trial. This is to say, the things I'm doing for it are very mundane. They're only important because I get to say, I am doing this for a clinical trial.

My neighbors were shooting off fireworks until 3:30 in the morning. There was a moment where there was a bunch of rustling between our houses. And I peeked out the window and saw they had accidentally set a fire on the dry leaves. They were stomping frantically to make sure the fire wouldn't spread. Then darkness. Stillness. Safety. Then they set off another of the same kind of firework and went through the same frantic process. I'm laughing about it today. But last night, with my ear ache and knowing I had to wake up at 5:30, I was only thinking about how pissed off I would be if I died from fireworks + dry leaves. 

At 5:30 AM, the day after July 5th, everything is very quiet human-wise. Outside smells like skunk and the chemicals in fireworks. Birds. I worked on a new story for the first time in a while. I listened to my cats do their morning routine. I wondered at the time if every day I should wake up at this time. So many writers talk about the importance of mornings and quiet in their work. It's in the stillness where I can really create. I feel like I've read some version of that a ton.

Well, now it's 1:30 and I just want to eat a bag of coffee.