Writing in the tropics is a lot like writing just about anywhere. Of course it never gets cold and sometimes gets hot, and the lushness inspires me, but other than that, the writing day goes on quite the same.
Here, however, I do find it easier to wake early and start in working. The mornings are a wonderful time to work. The air is fresh and the fishing boats are coming back upriver from chasing shrimp all night.
Cambodia is an early morning place, for the most part. Today, before starting work, I hopped on the motorbike and ran to the market for fruit. Even at 7:30 most of the stores were open and doing a booming business, and of course the market had been open for some time. Now that I think of it, I am not sure what the hours are at the market. I only know that if you go too late, things can get sold out. It isn't a great place to shop in the afternoon.
But home again I can settle in and write. Well, there are distractions, of course, and days when I seem to talk myself out of serious work. And I like to stop in the afternoon to swim in the river. But then the tropics are a nice place to not write, as well.