All great achievements require time. Maya Angelou

How is it that late at night is when I am inspired? The stillness brings me peace, calmness, nurturing solitude that makes me want to write poems and the next great novel. Alas, my energy fades and I find I must sleep though the muse works at prying my eyes open and keeping them there. Why is it that I don’t have this same inspiration in the light of day? Could it be the distraction of life pulls me in? Perhaps if I sat long enough in one place – that is without the TV blaring, or the call of the garden seducing me, or hearing the bills crying to be paid – perhaps if I bring just one moment of the cool night into my day, I could write. Yes, I believe I can.