Something about the way the shadows drape across the room at night, sable plunged against pitch black, flickering candlelight the only reprieve from the darkness.
This is why I love writing at night.
The house is quiet, the trivialities of the day are done. For a few hours, just a few hours before the evening fades, I am a god. A creator. A mad genius. And then the next morning when the stressors of the day return and I look at what I wrote the night before, I inevitably shake my head and edit, edit, re-edit, disgusted with this overzealous stranger who had the gall to type upon my work.
But for that brief moment in time, alone in the dark with my dancing imagination and the promise of only a few uninterrupted hours, anything is possible...
~ Angela Darling
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