Digital Abstract Art, Digital Art, Short Stories

A Prime Vessel For Creativity!

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How much sleep do you need to function at your best? Are you an early bird or a night owl like myself?

There are days when I sleep so long that upon rising I’m in a groggy stateseemingly incapable of much but ablutions, a bit of food intake and believe it or not more sleep! During this period I’m basically in recovery mode, usually from a stressful situation like an intense work schedule, emotional deflation or just in need of a mental/physical leave of absence.

Then there are the days when it’s like I’m on fire. My brain goes into overdrive, ideas flow freely and I can’t get them from my head to hard copy fast enough! During those bursts of creativity, I tend to sleep in 4-hour blocks. Call it power sleeping if you will, but it’s similar to the effects of a power nap where the body and brain rest just enough to propel one through the rest of the day!

I recently lost my younger brother, my only sibling, and spent roughly a month in recovery mode. Now I’m in power sleep mode, and after taking a year long break from writing as I worked on other projects the creative juices are flowing again. The dots are connecting, the fire is burning bright, and I’m happy to be back in the writing saddle! I’m loving this phase!

So, what phase are you in now? What makes you a prime vessel for creativity? Would love you hear from you!


Contents compiled: September 9 2019
Originally published: September 9 2019
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Copyright © 2019 Moylom Art Studio


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Poetry, single parenting

Constantly toiling…

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Quote from “Shakespeare’s Sonnets” by William Shakespeare –

“Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tir’d;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired: For then my thoughts—from far where I abide— Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul’s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel (hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.”

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Contents compiled: September 18 2016
Originally published: September 21 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Poetry, Uncategorized

It’s just madness!!!

Into the late hours of the night
I usually revel in the silence,
Calling upon my muse
To infuse me with bursts of creativity —
The feeling is usually wonderfully europhic.

But this time, clarity of thought escapes me;
My head nods, my eyes close, my body slumps.
I read the same sentence 7 times,
Forcing the issue,
Hoping to be productive,
But achieving nothing but errors.

So as high achieving as I strive to be
As is the firstborn dilemma,
I must admit that I can only do so much
Before my body rebels
Forcing me to listen
As I’ve ignored it one too many times.

Put down the devices;
Turn off the lights;
There’s no method to the madness,
Nope,  at this point it’s just madness!!! .
It’s time to sleep…

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Contents written: July 28 2016  | Originally published: July 28 2016   |  Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises