The late-night people

“There must be somebody  there, becauseWhen I was breastfeeding my oldest son, there were many nights when I felt as though I was the only person in the whole world awake. As I paced the floor, rocking and jiggling and humming under my breath, in that age-old dance known as ‘settling’ the baby, the city was dark and still, broken only by the occasional swoosh of a car out the front, or a distant siren. Where were they going, those people in the car, I wondered? On their way to work? On their way home?

When I began writing my first novel, all those years ago, I would sit alone at night in my study, listening to the tapping of my keyboard, one ear out for the whimper of a baby. The darkness settled around me and the silence was as thick as it can only ever be when there is a sleeping child in the house. No silence is as deep as that silence. It was just me and my words.

Five years ago, I discovered social media, and the night came alive. I found all those people, the late-night people, who had probably also spent years thinking they were the only people awake in the middle of the night. Suddenly, I was not alone anymore.

This is a shout-out to the late-night people. The ones who respond to an email at 11.16pm. Because they’re alone in a silent house, too, and sometimes you just need to know that someone else is awake.

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  1. I’m less of a late night person now! Maybe 10.30 or 11pm at a push, but mainly everything happens during more sociable hours. Much easier to plough through the day that way. Glad the night feeds are a thing of the past! Cheers, Lucy

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