Well, I guess that means I’m officially a writer.
I mean, really, I write best at night.
Maybe because it’s so quiet. There are no distractions. The world is silent, which allows me to slip more thoroughly into my own universe of thought.
The night is more magical. I am more alive at night.
My writing is more alive at night.
Hell, most of my blogs are written after midnight, even if I don’t post them until the next morning.
The night is for dreamers. The night is for writers.
The night is my time to dream, to write. The night is mine and I am the night’s.
And mornings suck.