I tend to start at 9 o'clock in the morning and write until 3. Those are my best hours. They fit the other rhythms of the world. So I write for six hours, pretty much without any breaks.
It happened fast. Thirty-two minutes for one world to die, another to be born.
The world was a world of dreaming souls who could not die.
This ravishing world. This achingly bittersweet, ravishing world.
If you are writing any book about the end of the world, what you are really writing about is what's worth saving about it.