At least, I wasn’t a morning person. College was wonderful because I could be up at whatever hour of the night I wanted and nobody minded. Post-college was also wonderful because I worked nights. Not only could I be up at whatever hour of the night I wanted, I also got paid for it.
And then I got a day job and had children.
I set my own hours now, but the kids do need to catch the school bus. So I’m a bit of a reluctant day person. I wear sunglasses even on cloudy days. I’m not happy with the world until at least lunchtime.
All of this presents a problem in creativity. Do I wake up extra-early to write before the day officially begins? Or do I wait until work and baths and bedtime are done for the day and write at night?
Option 1 means I get less sleep, because I’m unlikely to go to bed earlier. Option 2 means I fall asleep on my laptop. I love the laptop, but it doesn’t make a good pillow.
Sadly, I can tell I’m going to have to lean toward Option 1, because I know I’ll be awake, and therefore productive, if I’ve just gotten up.
Oh, for the days when I could sleep in without guilt or remorse. Those days are gone. At least until the kids start getting themselves ready for school.
In the meantime, I’ll be the grumpy person in sunglasses pounding away at the laptop.
Fellow former night owls, let us all be grumpy together.