(Not) Writer’s Block

No, I do NOT have writer’s block.

It’s just that I get the best ideas when there’s no way for me to write, which just happens to be the twins’ bedtime.

As the three of us lie down together in the cool semi-darkness of my bedroom, the twins’ warm little bodies cuddled closely to me (one twin on each side!), their chubby right hands clutching their bottles, their equally chubby left hands holding on to my hands and fingers, as their suckling slows down and their breathing deepens, that’s the exact magic moment when all the cares and worries of the world slowly slip away from my mind and my whole being. And once I reach that state of utter calm and relaxation, that’s when my mind shifts into hyper-drive and churns up the most sentimental heart-warming stories about pregnancy and motherhood and raising children. That’s the time when the most mundane details about living in KL magically transform into witty little anecdotes that are begging to be put into print. It’s at that point in time when I get the deepest, most philosophical thoughts about life, the universe and everything.

But, as you have obviously figured out by now, that’s also the time when I’m totally immobilised due to the presence of 2 human pillows on either side of me, when I can’t even use my Dopod, as the Dopod’s backlight and the telltale tic-tac sound of the QWERTY keyboard as I thumb-type might wake them up and transform them from sound-asleep-little-angels to bed-jumping-we-refuse-to-sleep-til-midnight-little-terrors.

Oh, and one last little detail: I also tend to fall asleep before they do with them.

So, like I said, I do NOT have writer’s block.

But then again, maybe I’m just in denial…