i do not have writer’s block; my writer just hates the clock

 

It’s true. Inspiration usually hits me at about eleven o’clock at night, just as I lie on the cusp of sleep and when my husband has already been breathing deeply for a couple of hours. By morning, the sun has chased it all away, and though there’s still a throbbing in my chest that reminds me I had something to say, it’s like waking up from a dream I can’t quite remember—and I know that if I try I will only be sitting at a blank screen.