The best time to work – if you’re me – is in the middle of the night (or, technically, very early morning). My thoughts come clearer after the midnight hour. Something in my brain kicks in to wash away the murky covering that accumulates during the day when life is more of a struggle.

This mysterious burst of energy arrives when everyone, including the editing naysayer in my head, is safe and sound in their beds. This is an energy of the most indescribable kind –unnerving and unfathomable except when it’s there. A powerful creative energy. No doubt you’ve experienced it.

Nothing is so delightfully satisfying as an outpouring of that inner life that fills you with heat, light, joy, beauty, love, daring. Forms I need to paint, words I need to say, moves I need to dance all come easily, naturally. And the fear and frustration, well they’re still there but in their proper place, posing only a minimal threat.