It was summer, and I lived in a part of the country where the sun was already up and blazing at 5 in the morning. And so, after a few coughing, spluttering mornings, was I.
It’s a grand time to get things done, the early morning. There is nothing on TV, no colleagues to drop by and chat. The rest of the family is asleep, the phone isn’t likely to ring and it’s ‘way too early for Jehovah’s Witnesses to be knocking at the door. Best of all the mind is fresh, rested and — after a jolt of java — frisky, even.
So I got up and wrote. Not absolutely every day (I took Sundays off and there was the odd morning compromised by flu or travel or a hangover that made it too painful). But almost every day — and I got more writing done in those precious one or two hours than I did in the rest of the week.
, on the one piece of advice he can give to guarantee success in life.