Sitting here at my desk, just shy of midnight on a school night, it feels very much like writing in stolen time. And for me, there is something in this.
A story or an idea enticing you, out of darkness. Drawing you in before you can see it all; comprehend it all.
Some of those ideas, of course, end up abandoned when they don’t pass the cold-light-of-day test. But those which do bring some of the magic of that first moment with them into the light.