Dawn, up early and no one else about, so time to look and think, both critical occupations for a writer, though to the outside observer it might seem as if you're simply idling. But stood idling long enough to see the day lose its first intensity as the sun diluted.
The moment was full of private magic, like the best writing. You need time to feed your imagination, and often that means being on your own, and daring to do nothing.
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