I’m not much of a nighttime writer, to be perfectly honest.
I mean yeah, there’s something just so alluring about being the kind of writer who’s burning the midnight oil with a laptop and a glass of whiskey, but that’s just never how I functioned. My head’s usually too burned out by the end of the day for me to form coherent lines, and I end up staring at that all too familiar blinking line against a plain white page.
In the morning, the words just seem to come easier. Things just seem to come together while they coffee’s brewing, and the sun’s still climbing in the sky.