Some nights sitting down at eleven o’clock to write a blog post produces something worthwhile that I wouldn’t have written otherwise.
Other nights it doesn’t.
Here’s something I wrote yesterday:
I don't get ideas for songs in my sleep. Melodies don't come to me as I’m walking, or driving. But, in the shower, entire comedy routines can play in my head. They just appear, fully formed. I try to capture them later, but I never can. Any attempt to recreate them, especially out loud, fails miserably. So I just try to enjoy them when they happen.