“We have an early start tomorrow.”
Elizabeth smiled politely at Brigid. She already knew they had an early start. It wasn’t going to stop her talking to Sawyer again; she had promised him they would talk after dinner, and she still intended to do just that.
“I don’t sleep much,” Brigid looked at her as if she was a little weird, “I’ve always found it a lot easier to write in the middle of the night when I am tired as hell. It’s something to do with the oxygen going to your brain I think. I’m not a big drinker, I rarely ever did anything illicit, but staying up until I am completely exhausted and then letting everything spill out onto the page always worked for me.”
“Don’t you make stupid mistakes though? It’s not like you can remember every name and date when you’re overtired.”
“I don’
