When someone tells me that they get up at five in the morning to exercise, or bake, or clean, or God knows what else I am in awe. I mean how can someone function at full capacity that early in the morning?
For me, sleeping ALWAYS wins out over most things. If I didn’t have to go to work and pay for my mortgage, food and spoiled cats, I would not get up as early as I do now. I have to be to work at eight, so I shove out of bed around twenty after seven and am out the door by seven-forty so that I pull into the parking lot (sometimes on two wheels)at eight.
This goes for my writing as well (not the tire squealing part…well actually I have written car chases before so that’s not true). I write at night. In some respects this is due to my ‘day job’, but I find that I am much more creative later in the day. I get a second wind and my fingers fly over the keyboards just about the time I turn the lights on.
Being a night person is appropriate for me since I write paranormal. Should I really be writing about things that go bump in the night first thing in the morning? I mean, that’s when vamps would singe in the sun and you don’t see many werewolves going hairy at sunrise, right?
So maybe I was destined to write when the sun goes down.