Yes, I'm up late again writing when I should be sleeping but I can't sleep. I have a doctor appointment tomorrow that I must keep and it is scheduled for early morning. Why couldn't I be an early riser by nature? I'm not a morning person.
So I stay up and write. I'm wide awake anyway. Tomorrow I will be "wide asleep", as my husband puts it.
Yesterday was not bad writing-wise. I wrote two poems and a short story. I now have to edit and send them off to a contest by the fourth. I may hand-deliver since I live close.
I still have a stack of things at which I plug away--quite cheerfully. I think I've gotten past the idea that writing is play and I don't have time to do it till my work is complete. I've made writing my work and yet I still play with it. I love writing. I can't help it. It was instilled within me by my Creator. It had to be. I was writing as a little girl, making up poems while I sat at the mill pond watching the water fall over the rocks and trickle over the moss which grew in abundance in my New England neighborhood.
A weird child, I would write in a graveyard because it was silent, or in the van with ear muffs, at the library or bookstore and alas to my mother's chagrin, I would hide under the covers at night with a flashlight reading a book or writing on a notepad. Some things never change. I hope this doesn't. I love writing. I don't intentionally choose to stay up all night but once in a while, I must because the words are there and the silence is golden.
I do need sleep though and must catch some zzzz's. So I leave you...with questions as always.
When do you write best? Where is the best setting? What images inspire you? Write soon. I'm dying to know. Are you a night owl too?