I am a nocturnal writer.
I have been since I was a wee one, scribbling Fairly Oddparents fanfiction inside of a notebook on a long car ride home.
There have been freak instances when I’ve produced quality material during the daytime, but it usually involves having a magic talisman and whispering ancient languages into the wind while standing on a cliff in Ireland.
You wouldn’t understand.
Anyway, under most circumstances, if I attempt to make sweet literary love to my novels I usually wind up staring mindlessly at my screen. My brain liquifies and I just start thinking about the universe and politics and getting a job and all sorts of horrible things. I feel this sense of guilt like I should be doing something else. Like cleaning or cooking or paying those things…what are they called? Bills? Yeah, those.
However, during the night time it seems like everything just clicks. The guilt is gone, the apprehension is gone, the boredom of being trapped inside my own consciousness where no one can hear me scream is gone. I’m free to explore my mental domain. More importantly, I’m enjoying myself as I do it.
Sometimes I experience the same feeling when it is overcast and rainy outside.
What is this phenomenon? I wish I could say.
Does anyone else experience this issue, or is it just me?
When do you all write the best quality material?