Saturday, February 27, 2010
Reporting from 3:44 am PST
Whatever I have approaching a muse is only made happy between the hours of midnight and 5 am. This seems to be thanks to my skewed circadian rhythm and years of training (read: putting off schoolwork until those hours.) It means that a. whatever I have approaching a voice as a writer is by default rambling and a little PUNCHy. b. I don't write as often as I'd like (not to mention c. I don't sleep as much as I'd like to.) By they way, by write I mean "write," and by "write" I mean blog, review books on goodreads, and compose lengthy emails that may or may not ever see the light of day. (Hi, KT!) Now, I've tried to convince it otherwise, but the muse just doesn't do creative writing. Well, shit. If I'm going to lose sleep, it'd be nice to knock out a great american novel every so often, you know?