I’ve always been a night owl. From an early age I found myself to be at my most productive and creative in the evening hours. When I started writing, I fell into a routine where I got most of my new words output done at night, after my wife and son went to sleep and the house became quiet and distraction-free. Some nights I would be too tired to write–exhausted by the day job or various chores that needed doing. Writing being a hobby rather than a career for me, I accepted this loss of productivity and tried my best to make up for it on other evenings, when I had a bit more energy to spare.
Then my wife switched jobs.
She started at the new place two weeks ago. Her new office is very far away, and it takes her nearly two hours to commute there. This means that she has to leave the house very early, before our son’s day care opens. So now I have to get up early every morning, get Josh ready and drive him to day care. No more sleeping in till 9-10am. And those late-night writing sessions? Forget about it. By midnight my brain feels like a squeezed out sponge.
So, driven by necessity, I fell into new routine. After dropping my son off at day care I get a bit of breakfast and have several uninterrupted, quiet hours in which to write. (I don’t have to be at work till noon). The difference has been night and day–pun very much intended. I am able to attack whatever story idea I’m working on while rested, fresh, and properly caffeinated. Words are flowing more easily and quality of the output appears to have improved (says the guy who’s notoriously bad at evaluating his own writing).
In the last two weeks I wrote three complete stories from scratch. And although they’re relatively short, none of them are mere flash length, either. There’s a magical realism story I’m especially proud of called “Things We Left Behind” (2500 words) that draws heavily on my personal experiences of uprooting and moving from the Soviet Union to the United States. A 1350 word space opera-ish “The Miracle on Tau Prime” is about the Vatican miracle investigators. In space. And yesterday I wrote a 1500 word SF story “Seven Conversations in Locked Rooms,” completing the first draft in one sitting. One sitting! Normally I struggle to write 500 new words of fiction per day.
I’m liking this new productivity. Well, scratch that. I’m still a night owl at heart. I hate getting up early and going to bed on old people’s time. What I do like are the results.
Could something as simple as a routine change ultimately take me to the next level in terms of both quality and quantity on my writing? Only time will tell. But it’s certainly an intriguing possibility.
Alex Shvartsman's Speculative Fiction 
Writing when you *want* is a luxury. Writing when you’re not tired with a job and a kid, is a miracle. I’m glad this is working for you! You deserve some decent writing time.
Thank you, and I totally agree. For the most part I write when I can, whenever it doesn’t interfere with the day job and other obligations. Adjusting my schedule to open up occasional free time in the mornings instead of evenings has been very good for me so far, resulting in several stories which I feel are stronger than most of my previous writing.
I will likely never become a “professional” writer in a sense of bring someone who expects/needs to make a living from it. I wouldn’t want to. It’s a fun hobby and I love doing it, even if that means finding small holes in an otherwise busy schedule to write. I might not enjoy it anymore if it ever becomes a job. Right now I’m putting in something like 8 hours a week, which is probably just about right; it allows for a decent amount of productivity without burning me out.