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So, written anything any good recently?

I wasn't just spouting off when I stated not so long ago that coastalblog is going to become more "writery". I have been working, or at least attempting jolly hard to, but I have this problem to which I have only recently cottoned on.

I am, by a combination of choice, genetics and necessity a night owl. I read through an old folder the other night and the handwriting uniformly bore the marks of being written by a shaky, possibly drunk man at stupid o'clock. I know from experience that this is when ideas are most likely to strike, that's always how it's been with me.

It's no coincidence, then, that when I moved in with the lovely Mrs Coastaltown who, having a normal job and being a normal person and consequently fond of getting to bed at a reasonable hour the writing dried up. I had become accustomed to writing directly onto the computer, my mind had trained itself to work when faced with a glowing screen at a certain time of the morning (namely between two and four a.m.). Sound silly? Maybe it is, all I know is that that is how I write best. I've attempted writing longhand like in the very old days, but it just doesn't seem the same anymore. Rightly or wrongly my creative synapses don't fire unless under those conditions.

Now obviously I'm not going to wake the poor woman up with clattering keys (and attendant slurping of wine), so it looks like a laptop will be the best thing to batter my bank account. The point of this post was more to reflect on how odd it is that I write at my best under certain conditions and at certain times, is it that way with you? Why do you think this should be?

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