I love to write at night, Maria loves to work on her art in her studio at night. Two or three times a week, after we finish dinner and talk about the day, she goes off to her studio with Fate, and I go off to my study with Red.
I work on the blog and post some of the photographs of the day. The blog is the story of my life, it was created to sell books, but that was too empty a goal or purpose. I consider in my living memoir, my great work.
I went out to do the final chores of the night – close up the chicken coop, check on the sheep and donkeys and their water. I heard a thumping and banging from inside of the barn, but when I opened the gate, it stopped.
I came out and sat Maria standing over her sewing table, in her element, making her art. i love the feeling of the two of us in our darkened workrooms, working together but yet apart.
I could write all night, and sometimes I do. In the hot days, I get drowsy in the afternoon. At night, I never get drowsy.
I went back into the house to get my wide angle fast lens and camera and took this shot of the studio at night. It is mystical to me.
“The blog is the story of my life.” I have found that to be very true as well. I started mine nine years ago because someone was interested in photos our new homestead. Then it turned into a vehicle to promote my books. But in the end, it’s been an extremely important journal and record to my husband and me. So many times we go back to refer to it for a time frame or to recall how something was done and why. Even if no one reads it, I find it a priceless too.
Interesting you prefer to write at night. My best time is early morning before the sun comes up.