The Time for Writing

when is the best time of day for writing

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I used to be a night owl, once upon a golden time. When I was a teenager, my thoughts best collaborated under a starry night with the moon shining through my window. Now, I want nothing more but to rise early and write in the stillness of the cool morning. When the sun first begins to haze through the trees is the time I am able to sit in the stagnant tranquility and collect my thoughts.

I’m not really sure when this change occurred – sometime in the past few years, but I am grateful for it. It’s probably all in my head, but I feel like I get a lot more done in my morning writing sessions than I did in my moonlight tirades. Maybe it is the feeling of time not being quite so infinite as it once was. After all, I eventually have to get up from my screen and accomplish other things, but when I was a moonlighter I acted like I had all the time in the world.

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Perhaps those were the words of youth. Maybe I am just getting older, but mornings are so much sweeter than I used to find them. The sounds are musical: birds warbling, insects just beginning to buzz, spiders making their morning catch, the burr of a coffee grinder singing. I also love the routine of a good morning: wake up, step outside in the fresh air, feel the warm summer sun and the coolness of a morning breeze, and come back inside to either write, make coffee, or pick out an outfit to match my mood for that day. Lately, that has been all about dresses.

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kimchi blue button down midi dress

I have been wanting a dress like this for rather a long time, but me being the patient buyer that I am, I waited until I saw what matched the sketch my mind had created. I knew I wanted blue and white stripes, I knew I wanted it sleeveless, and, although button down was not originally in my head, I am always a lover of front buttons. I wanted something that could be worn in a garden just as easily as in the middle of downtown (re: you will see this styled again, I am sure). Most of all, I wanted something that would inspire me to write, as I want for all of my clothes.

And I am inspired. Here I am. Here you are. Here we are all. Writing our own stories, singing our ballads. The time for writing is always in the present. This moment, now, in the haziness of a summer morning, or the depth of a starry evening.

When do you write, my friends? Is there a time when the chord rings in your chest and you know words must escape you?

Stay Beautiful,



  • Our imagination becomes wilder at any age, actually. And I love how you write this, it shows how inspired you are.

    Lovely dress, by the way.

    Love, Fads

  • What a beautiful post, I used to write at night too, but now I write when I feel the urge, nowadays I haven't been writing as I used to, but I know the urge will come.

    I loved you pictures and that dress is a dream!
    Greetings from Colombia 🙂

    The Mushroom Rain

    • Sometimes it helps to sit in a good environment. If I have writer's block, sometimes I go to a coffee shop or library and just write a story about someone there. Even if it's just a few lines it can help a lot.

  • That's interesting. A lot of my ideas come at night (when I'm at rest) and I usually write during the day. That dress looks gorgeous on you! So crisp & cool. Very pretty.

    • Ideas pop into me all the time. Usually when I am at work. 🙁 But I keep a notepad app on my phone to jot down any brief ideas that come into my head. And thank you for the compliment!

  • Your words are exquisite. I am only upset that it took me this long to visit your blog. I am also very much a morning person. I love getting up when the rest of the world is still clutching at sleep, the only things awake being the greenery and the born again air. I love that cold, fresh silence. Working at night never really worked for me. Its why I hated homework in high school– because I had to come home after a long day at work, and sit through the night, thinking. eew.
    Such a beautiful delicate post– and I love the idea of your clothing inspiring you– it is so true– to wear your inspiration– its like art.

    • It sounds we are cut from the same cloth. I am so happy to hear you that your day is made better by this post. 🙂