My new wakeup time is 5am; I’m three weeks in. I used to get up mostly-6:30 am, or occasionally 7:30, but I felt like I was missing some prime hours for writing, especially. Even though at first I had stationary jet-lag, now that I’m acclimated, I really look forward to mornings. Quiet time with just pencils and keyboard, preferably stretching into 11am or so.
Seeing the sun rise while really cooking on a story, makes me know I have “right work”: writing and illustrating and telling stories is what I want to do for the rest of my life. It is so satisfying to nurse an idea into a story, and then to show it to a kid and see a light go off in that amazing young brain. Who knew I even LIKED kids?! I do this much more for ME, to be honest. But if I can have a hand in getting a kid curious about something, that is a massive bonus.