I love staying up late.
I love the quietness.
I love the meanderings through good writing on the internet.
I love sorting out my thoughts and getting things done.
I can think.
I can write.
I know I need my sleep, but I treasure this time.
I want to be a writer.
But it just seems like so much work.
I used to think that about losing weight.
Once begun, it became a satisfying labour.
Writing would be too.