It has come to my attention that I may have my most productive hours deep in the night, when the only sounds are my fingers on the keyboard and the occasional wayward car outside on the street.
I'm writing a paper (one of many, as they keep us busy here in graduate school). Try as I might, I was completely unable to work on it in the daylight hours. I whiled the day away, unable to get the academic gears flowing until after the sun had set. Vampirism was wasted on Bella -- give me the habit of the night and I would run with it, drunk on all that power of creation, masterworks spilling from my fingertips at the drop of a hat.
I've struggled to decide whether this nocturnal habit is a product of actual heightened creative power at night, or whether it's borne of the frantic desperation of a procrastinator. After several years of living with this condition, I've settled on the former. (NaNoWriMo probably had quite a lot to do with it, back in the day -- all that lamp-lit scribbling into the wee hours of the morning.)
Or it could just be wishful thinking. If you come up with an alternate hypothesis, I'll be writing my paper.