My brave starts at 4:46 in the morning and I'm groggily working on my first cup of coffee.
Spell check is so helpful at the 4am hour.
Sweat pants, old slippers and coffee.
No one is up but the birds, who are singing, already hopeful at the pale light promising another day.
Writing is NOT glamorous.
For me it's only going to happen before dawn.
This is the only hour or two of time when no one needs me.
Where I can concentrate and think without constant interruption.
This is the hour I hate telling everyone about.
When I get those crazy looks for getting up this early when I don't have a boss/job forcing me to.
I get up this early because I have to write.
Sadly, for me, writing is not about coffee shops, laptops, or a peaceful mountain cabin with a great view.
Writing, here, in this house, is about getting up at the 4 o'clock hour.
Not hitting snooze, again.
Putting on my gray sweats,
Pulling my graying, thinning wild messy hair back,
And working furiously before anyone wakes up.
Even when I don't feel like it.
Even when I don't have the words and everything I write is crap.
This is my brave.
It's all about showing up and trying again.
Even if I don't know if anyone will ever read it.
Even when I have hundreds of other thoughts swirling around in my head that threaten to paralyze me with their urgency.
Even if I think I shouldn't be the person doing this.
There are better writers, more experienced beautiful people who have words, and thoughts, and studios and coffee shops.
Brave is ugly.
Brave is too early.
Brave is about showing up and watching the sun brighten the sky and getting back to work.