though I hate to admit it, I’m a night owl. I’ve tried and wished as hard as I could to be a 9a-5p writer but it just doesn’t feel natural to me. Even if I plant myself in front of my laptop during the day, I’ll just spend painful hours staring at a blank screen or sometimes worse— writing and rewriting the same sentence for an entire excruciating day. But at night, things are different. The perfect word suddenly appears from the tip of my fingertips while creative ideas flow freely. With a pot of my orange pekoe tea, I’ll work from 11pm straight through up to 4am, when I start to hear the morning birds chirp in the trees outside. I can’t help it. Even if I force myself to go to bed early one night, I’ll just lay there in bed with my eyes wide open, tossing and turning and thinking, thinking, and thinking some more until I just get up out of bed and write it all down.
