Hey everyone! Hope you all are well?
I’m not sure if it’s just me (probably is) but why the hell do I always get creative urges at stupid o’clock? Its ridiculous, without fail, at midnight or later I’d want to drag out the papers and cover the floor to brainstorm, or make a million more notes of options I’ve probably vetoed a thousand times before…
I think I am broken?
Yet all my best work seems to come from nights spent fuelled by coffee, working till I hear the morning birds, its only then do I think…
“shit, what time is it?”
Is this what writing a book is supposed to be like? Because if so, do I really want to write another book after this one?? then again, what is love without sacrifice, and boy have I sacrificed for this.
When are you at your creative best? what drives you to keep going when your mind feels like shutting down? Let me know!
The Life And Death Of Love 