On Reversing One’s Hours
The only, minor, disturbance I have so far encountered with writing all night and sleeping in the
day, is missing a relaxing evening drink. One does not feel like a glass of wine
on awakening at 7 or 8 in the evening and the thought is equally unpalatable at
10 o clock the next morning. So instead I am drinking a lot of coffee, and
water. But soon my first novel, Australian
Fugue: The Antipode Room will be published and up on the fabled platforms of Amazon, Kobo and so on, a
transformation into virtual reality which seems at the moment somewhat akin to
its ascending to the mythical Olympus. I look forward to inhabiting daylight hours again and celebrating in the ‘real’ evening with a glass or two of nectar from the local vineyards of the Hunter Valley. Until then, the mind is clear
and this night is full of gods and constellations.
Ruth Skilbeck
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