Or at least I think I do. After all, that’s when I get most of my ideas.
So I take one of those ideas and run with it. That way I’m sure not to lose the idea, which, as we all know about our own ideas, is earth-shakingly brilliant in every way. That is, after all, why we write, isn’t it?
But I’m not a complete slave to my habit, and so I’ve decided to try something new.
This morning I came across this passage from the master of horror and the bizarre, H. P. Lovecraft:
“At night, when the objective world has slunk back into its cavern and left dreamers to their own, there come inspirations and capabilities impossible at any less magical and quiet hour. No one knows whether or not he is a writer unless he has tried writing at night.”
If I have one complaint with Lovecraft it’s this: I was living in Boston when I first read At The Mountains of Madness, and it took me a full week before I was able to venture back into the subway and streetcar tunnels.
But who am I to argue with genius?
So my new plan, which I’m going to try for at least a week (given that it’s going to play merry Hob with my sleep schedule) is this: any ideas I have in the morning I’ll jot down in a notebook and flesh out at night.
Of course, my issues with depression screw up my sleep anyway, so what have I got to lose?