This is me, in my office at night, staring at the first draft of Solomon Creed book two while it stares right back at me. I wouldn't recommend having a staring contest with a first draft. You always lose.
Pay no attention to the time on the clock, by the way. The battery has run out and it's been a quarter to eight for about six months now. I quite like the consistency of it and it reminds me of the similarly time frozen clock in the pub in 'Under Milk Wood', or the one in 'Back to the Future', depending on how high falutin you want to be.
I used to love writing late at night. There was a certain glamour to it - the pool of light, the darkness outside, the sense that it might be finished by morning. As far as I remember, though, it was never done by morning. Mid-morning maybe with eyes like peeled grapes that had been dipped in salt and a vague, exhausted, delirium that was a bit like being drunk.
Since I became a dad, however, I have turned from night owl to homebird almost overnight. I write early in the morning, before everyone else is up and I'm usually done in by 8.30 at night when the kids are finally (usually) in bed and my brain slips into neutral as the first, or maybe second, glass of red wine slips down my throat. I've written four books this way.
But Solomon two is different. For this one I haven't been able to get up and write in the morning at all - just can't do it. Instead I'm slipping back into the old ways, writing later and later and rewriting in the mornings.
I'm not quite sure why this has happened. I suspect it's just the word gods having a laugh at my expense - they do that A LOT. If I was to attempt some kind of rational explanation I might suggest that it's because Solomon is more of an evening character. He suits the shadows. Or maybe its because I can drink more wine at night - a glass of wine at breakfast is generally frowned upon.
Whatever the reason I just wanted you all to know that I'm on it, and here's the proof, and it will be in your hands as soon as I win this staring contest.