Writing at night

Hi there, Amy. 


A bit creepy, but not funny, really. Sorry, but this blog is only about writing. I'll get back to you about the masquerade ball in a few days. 


I'd probably say you should reconsider your sense of humour.


   Bye, bye. 

There are those of us drawn to writing at night. Or maybe drawn to isn't the best wording. Perhaps yanked by some kind of crazy force out of our beds is more accurate.

I know there are other writers like me who can't sleep at times while working on a particular project. This is when our characters insist on making an appearance before we slip into dreamland.


When Truman Capote wrote all night, which he frequently did, he'd simply sleep during the day.

Other authors such as Margaret Laurence and Ernest Hemingway held a strict regime of writing in the morning, leaving themselves time to engage in other activities later in the day and evening.

But there's an appealing quietude only the night can bring. Maybe it's the lack of diversion that's perfect for a writer, except for a lone dog howl in the distance or a swish of branches across a window. It might be that the solitude of twilight allows our creativity to rise free from the subliminal recesses of our brain.


And perhaps it's simply the fact that you can totally immerse yourself in your work when there aren't the distractions of the daylight hours. But it seems to me there's much more to it than that.