Breakneck Speed

I like writing late into the night when the house is quiet. The early hours are conducive to getting into that brooding frame of mind. The witching hours when book characters step out from the shadows, without having to go searching for them. Let’s face it, it is hard to write about the dead of night and blood-curdling screams while downing a lunchtime cheese and pickle sandwich between emails.

Thinking about it, I am creatively ineffective before coffee time. And after lunch. And after...