A lot of writers I know are night owls, claiming they work better that way. I've heard their arguments that it's easier to be creative when it's dark, or that they're less likely to be interrupted, but it's never been that way for me. Maybe if I were writing fiction, or if I established a big enough name that I could be left alone, but I have to talk to editors, and sometimes do research at actual libraries rather than just on-line, and interview people. That's all generally much easier during the day, so I follow the Isaac Asimov route and treat writing like a regular nine-to-five job.
Well, I try, at least. The flexibility is very nice.
This week is kind of unusual in that most of the fest's activities - at least, when it formally starts tomorrow - will be taking place in the late afternoon and evening, so it's good that I'm still kind of on West Coast time. It's weird, usually when I travel to the East Coast, I have to adjust myself, but this works out pretty well.
Of course, not everything's working out quite so well. What the Beach Boys said about California Girls is definitely true. The local girls aren't bad, but the best-looking girls I saw on the beach (non-Scandanavian Goddess "booth babe" division) were both French-Canadian tourists, and I don't speak a word of it. I imagine French is a more useful language class to take in high school than Spanish around here, exactly the opposite of how it is out west.
I'm also kind of disappointed that so far, all of the arrivals in the house are guys. I'd been hoping to get some ladies, as well, to add their perspective on this sort of event to the blog.
Ah well. Gives me an excuse for interviewing some later.