Confession: I was a disciple of “late night writing for inspiration” until the birth of my first son. All turned upside down then, and for a while I couldn’t write at all, too attached to certain ideas of how and when to write. Until age seven, my son awoke at 5:30 a.m., and for the first couple years had both morning and afternoon naps, lasting between…
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