Confession: I Write Best at Ridiculous Hours

Who else treats a writers bar like a 3 am gym session? 🍻📚

You sit down for “just one paragraph” and suddenly you’ve punched out a few thousand words before last call.

I’m currently in Thailand on my way back to Vietnam, parked up in a very minimalist shipping-container hotel. It’s a brutal 21°C, jets are roaring down the runway from Don Mueang Airport, and apparently my brain decided now was the perfect time to write.

Is this just how it works?

Something about mild weather, airport noise, and being slightly unhinged seems to unlock peak productivity.

Who else writes best at ridiculous hours, in ridiculous places?

PS I really recommend shipping containers as temporary hotel rooms about $20 a night US private bathroom solid secure with great air-conditioning. It’s a bargain.

They would be an excellent idea to solve the housing crisis for the vulnerable.

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