So, you all know me. You know my working hours: they are those of the night owl.
But apparently only when I’m writing fiction. Because I’m working on a largeish piece of nonfiction at the moment — something I’ll talk about more soon, I hope — and I’ve been happily sitting down to crank out several thousand words every day for the last several. And I do mean “day;” I’ve been known to start as early as 11 a.m. on this thing.
W. T. F.
I don’t remember if this was true when I was in grad school. I tended to have classes or teach in the afternoons, so work of any kind tended to get crammed into the evening and dead hours of the night. I know fiction doesn’t work so well during the day.
But apparently I can do nonfiction just fine.