As a author making an attempt to finish a couple of tasks in my free time, I’d been struggling to write down within the mornings. I’m not a morning particular person; I can rise up if required to take action, as a result of I’m an grownup, however opting to rise up earlier than the solar makes me wish to weep, as a result of I’m nonetheless type of a child. (Though I suppose infants do rise up earlier than the solar shines. However I digress.) Anyway, this week I began a brand new behavior: I’m writing at night time. And positive, possibly I’m worn out from an extended day of life hacking. Perhaps my thoughts could be clearer at daybreak. I don’t care. I don’t have to tug myself out of a heat mattress whereas it’s pitch black out anymore. And if I’ve a foul writing session, it doesn’t destroy my whole day.
alice bradley, deputy editor