The 5 AM Writer's Delusion
When your morning routine becomes an exercise in beautiful failure
The alarm pierces the darkness like a vengeful banshee, and I emerge from my blanket fortress with all the coordination of a drunk penguin attempting parkour. It's 4:45 AM in Arizona, and I've convinced myself that today—yes, finally fucking today—I'll join the ranks of those mythical creatures known as "morning writers."
