First published on Doing Life Together.
In response to the The Daily Post prompt: Because the Night.
If you had asked me in my twenties what time of day I did my best work, I would have said, “In the morning.” I married an early bird, and once I adopted his strategy for catching the worm, I was hooked.
The strategy worked well during my child-rearing years. When the kids were small, they woke as soon as they heard us stirring, eager to get on with the day, reluctant to miss anything.
Waking early also served me well during my teaching career. Getting to work early gave my brain time to prepare for my students.
But when I left teaching for my new writing life, my brain underwent a paradigm shift.
Firstly, I must explain how physically and emotionally exhausted I was. For more than eight years, I’d worked at a job that was…
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