Who needs sleep, anyway?
Once again, I’m at my computer in the single digit morning hours, carving out a little “me” time. Actually, it’s time I give to the characters populating my head. The ones who insist on getting out to stretch their legs when I should be sleeping. The ones who have chosen me to put their story to paper after some fashion. The ones I hope I can do justice with my words.
In the normal working hours of the day, I’m at my “real” job, taking care of family and the mundane details of living: laundry, dinner, taking the dog to the vet.
In the evening, sports practice and homework. Baths and bedtime.
When do you write? Early morning? Late at night? Lunch hour?