I miss breakfast. I have, without motive, become a night owl.
I sleep in and wake at midday. I have stopped drinking coffee, a great sacrifice, to no avail.
Saturday night I stayed up to 4:30 in the morning. I was up scratching out an idea onto a paper bag.
When I woke Sunday afternoon I had four dolls patterns piled up on my desk. I even wrote little notations on the pattern pieces as to how the dolls would be accessorized.
You can’t fight inspiration.