Because the Night Are you a night owl or are you the early bird? What’s your most productive time of day? When do you do your best work?
There was a time when I loved the nightlife, I loved to boogie, and I could boogie-oogie-oogie till I just couldn’t boogie no more (all night) but one Saturday morning I woke up at 11:00 and thought, “Damn! I’m missing the weekend, and I live for the weekend! I’m not doing this any more. I’m getting up at 8 on Saturday and Sunday from now on!” But even then I didn’t know why. It was a couple of years before I realized I wanted to get up early on Saturday mornings and write. This discovery was aided by two factors. First, my boogie partner went to teach in Saudi Arabia and, two, I hated my job.
My best work, you ask? Apparently I don’t teach well from 5:30 to 6:40 pm because those classes are always dogs. I wish they were dogs, but usually they’re unmotivated students. Since I’m the ONE consistent element in this 5:30 nightmare, it has to be me. Godnose the world could not be FILLED with disaffected post-adolescents who only — wait, I remember now. One of them (a good one, a motivated one) told me last week that he isn’t even UP before 2 pm. OMIGOD, for some of them that could be an early morning class!!! From 1:00 – 3:00 pm my brain doesn’t work well and I can write words on the board with the letters completely out of order. So…
I’ve not had the luxury of choosing a time to work. I’ve wrapped my writing around my gainful employment. One idyllic summer I wrote in the morning, stopped at 1 or 2. Maybe took a nap, did chores and then headed up to the Lagunas for a hike as the afternoon cooled and the evening approached. It was wonderful. How good was my work? Pretty good, actually. Good enough that I was able to return to it five years later and finish it.
So here it is, 5 o’clock and morning has broken, and I’m trying to throw my arms around the
world wordpress daily prompt. A nice looking heifer is grazing in the pasture across the road. My dogs snore at my feet. The sun is rising and soon I’ll be getting into teacher clothes and heading down the mountain for a very long day of teaching.