Miss Midnight

Oh, Miss Midnight. The splendid marvels in the sky are such a rarity to me. An exhibition of heavenly curiosity. Imagination set up in the grace of allurement. Stunning display of wonder. A sensation of passion spreading through the gleam of your eyes.

I write best late at night. When no one is around, and the world is quiet. Peaceful even. With the stars as my company. The time of night when fantasies come to life. Where anything could happen. When nocturnal fairies come to comfort. When midnights charm becomes magnetic. Everything feels right in the dead of night. When isolation and the ink of creation belong to me.

The ink of the night sky, given away personally by Miss Midnight. Isn’t it beautiful? Do you feel it? I survive in it. I am created with a midnight melody. Her freckles being the stars, her tears falling down to grant wishes. Do you ever wonder if someone can hear your voiceless nights? Those three am thoughts aren’t just sent by no one.

Oh, Miss Midnight told me I was a gift. A gift of creation. A gift of imagination. She told me to keep writing. Sent by the stars I was and giving up couldn’t happen unless I wanted the stars to come down and be held up in a jar. So, I kept writing. I wrote until my head went dry.

Then she gave me a hope. Granted me a new wish. Gave me something I desperately needed. The inspiration became motivation and I found myself caught up in another world. They thought I was a false hope. Someone insane but a daydreamer had grown up inside of me and here I was, letting the daydreamer come forth.

The unsigned writer inside me, my partner in creativity. We built our projects as planets. The puzzle pieces of thoughts coming and going. I snatched what I could. Emotions being the glue that brought everything together. I couldn’t have hoped for better.

Miss Midnight told me to declare it! As I sat alone in a marble of darkness, she told me to step out. Told me to forget the doubts because they were only slowing me down. Had me write something magnificent because I didn’t have time to wonder if it would just become a draft.

Using orbs of brilliant lights. Pulling together the blues and blacks of the night sky. The sun gave us day, but Miss Midnight gave us the night with endless possibilities. The time to write. The time to dream. The time to fall back in an endless abyss of possibilities.

COPYRIGHT © 2020 Jade M. Liljenquist (Unauthorized use or adaptation of any original content on this blog is strictly prohibited.)


32 Comments Add yours

  1. clivebennett796 says:

    Love your writing. I do most of my writing either late at night or first thing in the morning just as it’s getting light and before anyone else is up and about.

    Your post reminded me of a haiku I wrote earlier this year. Here it is …

    moonlighting flower fairies in the night

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  2. J. M. Lilin says:

    Thank you. I am truly grateful for your support. Writing is what drives me in life.
    Amen. When the world is quiet, it gives the mind space and space allows it to open up.
    Very beautiful title. You have wonderful writing. Thank you for sharing. It reminds me of a post I wrote – Nocturnal Fairies – that you might appreciate.

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  4. J. M. Lilin says:

    Thank you. ✨

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  5. Such lovely writing again, Jade. It’s like a symphony of words. The flow, the rhythm, it’s all perfectly aligned. And yes, I think we all love to write late at night with no-one around. No distractions, no streetsounds. Just you, words and mother nature ❤️❤️❤️

    Keep on sharing and writing, I truly love your work 🙏🏽❤️

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  6. bejamin4 says:

    Nice: “Do you ever wonder if someone can hear your voiceless nights? Those three am thoughts aren’t just sent by no one.” Really good ending!

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  7. J. M. Lilin says:

    Thank you! Ah, yes, love that – symphony of words. I’m glad you liked it.
    Amen. The stars seem to have an effect on us writers.


  8. J. M. Lilin says:

    Thanks so much, Bejamin. I’m happy you took the time to read it and enjoyed it as well.

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  9. They truly do, right? Such an beautiful thing to have. 😊❤️ Inspiring factor!

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  10. “Those three am thoughts aren’t just sent by no one”
    This line really made me smile. Thank you for posting this ❤

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  11. J. M. Lilin says:

    😄So happy I could make you smile. It is always my pleasure to imagine and create, so thank you, for reading.

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  12. You’re too kind, sir. Thank you😊

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  13. kimmagic says:

    The ending is golden!! 😍😍

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  14. J. M. Lilin says:

    Thank you so much, Kim! I’m grateful for feedback. Really glad you liked it.

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  15. I like that… I haven’t really found a time yet when I do my best writing. Lately I seem to be having trouble concentrating in general… :\

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  16. J. M. Lilin says:

    Thank you for reading, Greg.
    Aw, I’m sorry. Well, first off, you might not have a specific time. Your creativity might be random but all the most wonderful. Find things that burst inspiration inside of you. I find that music helps, or really wonderful books.

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  17. My ideas for writing have always come from things that actually happened to me. I found your blog because I noticed that you had read a bunch of my posts lately, so you know that my current project is an episodic continuing story… it is based on true stories, but 25 years later I don’t always remember every detail of what happened, of course. Sometimes I piece together little details from things I remember distinctly; I saved every handwritten letter I got in that time period, so sometimes I can piece together details from that; and sometimes I just make stuff up that seems like it would fit the period and characters, because my blog was never intended to be a completely accurate record of what actually happened.

    One thing that does seem to help is listening to music from the time period while I’m writing. That helps bring my mind back to those days. Or maybe it’s just that I listen to music from that time period often anyway, writing or not, because both music and life in 2020 are disappointing by comparison… :\ I’ve had a rough couple years even before COVID hit, and I have trouble concentrating sometimes just because of life in general.

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  18. J. M. Lilin says:

    That is very interesting. I love those brave enough to share stories from their own life. Possibly, if you have photos, I find that helps a lot when you are trying to remember specific details. Little trinkets or photos or even revisiting can really bring back vivid memories that will be surprising.

    True – finding good music these days can be difficult. I often use piano and that can be very mind-relaxing. I wish you the best of luck. I’m sorry you were having a hard time but remember that our life is a story and bad chapters eventually have to end. Everyone gets to struggle and as long as we get back, remember our purpose, remember the island we our sailing to, we’ll be okay in the end and we will have new memories and stories to create.

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  19. I don’t have photos of 1995. I wish I did. I include photos with my stories when I have them, but virtually all of the photos I have used have been recent pictures of the places that I write about, not actual photos from 1995. You probably know this, I can’t tell how old you are, but taking pictures was a totally different experience in 1995 than it is now. You didn’t see how the picture turned out right away, you had to wait until the roll of film was done and then pay to go get it developed, you couldn’t just delete bad pictures, and when you got the picture, most places would give you two copies of the picture, but still it wasn’t something you could just copy and show all your friends. Someone gave me a camera as a gift when I went away to UJ in the fall of 1994, but I never used it. My life wasn’t really photo-worthy. At the end of sophomore year, June 1996, I went to a party at (either Eddie’s house or Brian’s house, I don’t remember which one, but I mention them because I just recently introduced both of those characters) and actually brought my camera, so I have pictures of some events from then on. Usually, though, I only took pictures on special occasions like vacations and retreats. I’ll have to go through that box of old photos before I get to June 1996 in my storytelling.

    As for being brave and sharing from my own life, I changed the names of people (non-celebrities, at least) and places in my stories. I’m not really Greg, the town I write about isn’t really called Jeromeville, and when I share these stories on Facebook, I have a friend list of everyone who I met after 2000 so that only people who aren’t in the stories can see them. I also claim that the stories are fiction, so I can pretend something didn’t really happen if I don’t want to talk about it. I have told eight people from that time period about the blog, though, and sometimes it is hard writing about certain things knowing even that that small group of people might find something out that would be uncomfortable. It took several months before I finally shared this with my mother, for that reason… and when I finally did, the first episode she read was about masturbation (10/13/94)… oh well. She mentioned it but didn’t make it awkward.

    Thank you for the encouragement. I appreciate it. 🙂

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  20. Oh wow! This is so beautiful! I’m a night owl too and I can relate so well to this. Wonderfully penned!

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  21. J. M. Lilin says:

    Thank you so much. Glad you could relate.

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  22. judeitakali says:

    This is beautifully written. I don’t have a specific writing time but night time on weekdays and mid morning on weekends. Though when we were in lockdown, I found out midmorning was my best time 9-10am

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  23. J. M. Lilin says:

    Thank you so much. Appreciate the feedback.
    Oh, a morning person? Must be honest with you. Never really tried to write in the morning. I read early in the mornings and write late at night 😂seems to work best for me.
    Brilliant that you got your creative time down.

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  24. judeitakali says:

    It’s my pleasure Lilin, I can write in the night too. With my Enya playlist and Beethoven symphonies

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  25. J. M. Lilin says:

    A writer does what a writer does. If that’s what works – kudos to you.

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  26. Shanyu says:

    Certainly lovely. The night is indeed magical. I absolutely love how the post falls into such a beautiful ending. Truly enchanting.

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  27. J. M. Lilin says:

    Magical, beautiful, and enchanting. Lovely comment. Thank you so much. Appreciate the feedback.

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  28. Shanyu says:

    It’s my pleasure J! Have a great day

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  29. J. M. Lilin says:

    You as well.

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  30. Shreya says:

    This is so beautifully written. The imagery is so apt! I love to write at night too!☺🥰

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  31. J. M. Lilin says:

    Thank you so much for reading, Shreya. Love the feedback! Appreciate it.

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