Most writers, as they age, become morning-time writers. As a callow youth, in my misspent 20s, I would write very late at night, and then on into the small hours, perhaps accompanied by a glass of something red and full-bodied, and I would be drunk on the fumes of my own exquisite genius. But the work that resulted would very seldom stand up to the sober light of day. Now, I write first thing.