Some people write when they can snatch a little time during the day. Some take to it in the midnight hour when the house has gone quiet.
Others, like August Strindberg, are the morning kind. Get up, make the coffee, a brisk walk, and then to work. Per Sue Prideaux’s biography of the playwright:
And so it begins: on yellow, uncut Lessebo Bikupa paper, with Sir Joshua Mason’s 1001 nib and Antoine Fils’s violette noir ink it breaks out, accompanied by continual cigarette smoking until 12 o’clock. Then it is over. I am extinguished…
We may not all have access to “violette noir ink” but the principle remains sound. Do your work early, take the day to renew, then back to it the next morning.
(h/t: Daniel David Wallace)















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