In the Midnight Hour
When I sit down to write, I’ll be honest, it’s not really a planned thing. Most of the time, I have an idea what I want to write, yes, but a whole outline? No. It’s a pretty organic experience. And when I sit down to write, it’s not the normal times, like a plan. Oh no. I fly by wire write. Schedule to write? Pish tosh. That’s for those writers.
Ok, not really. I read an interview with an author and she mentioned that she has set times she writes. Like a job. Radical thought. I mean, I’d LOVE to have a set time I can write and be creative. The boon it must be.
But no. My characters, much as my life, do not cooperate when the clock says it’s time to write. I have a day job and that’s pretty well on a schedule. I even add in time to get some errands done as well as put in time on the treadmill. Then add the thrill of a DH and a youngling. Try telling a youngling they have to cooperate around Mommy’s schedule. They want attention just as much as the characters do. And then there’s DH. Aren’t we going to ‘research’ tonight?
So when do I write? In the midnight hour. Oh and I love to listen to Wilson Pickett as I’m writing. That sax solo in the bridge...shivers. But back to writing. I’d love to have a set schedule, when the characters want to work. I think it’s a product of being an artist as well as an author. Creativity isn’t contained in the hours of nine to five. Might be for some, but not for me. Now granted, I’ve had sparks of creativity when the sun shone. Plenty of them. Most of those are little ditties that don’t make it into the final story.
I can’t tell you the last time I had a story work itself out in the daylight hours. But at the same time, I can tell you I’ve had some of the hottest ideas come to me—right before I crash for bed. Have you ever tried reading your own handwriting in the morning after writing something in the pitch black of 3 am? It’s not easy. But I challenge you to try it. Call it a double dog dare.
And speaking of dog dares, it sometimes takes a full on dare to get the characters to cooperate. I’ve said that a couple times now, but it’s the truth. It’s like, oh, it’s dark out, we must play. Oh, you want to sleep? We want to get it on.
I can see you now. You’re rolling your eyes. Must be such a burden to have creativity. Never said it wasn’t fun. I love the reactions I get from people, especially on Facebook, when I post something like, was up til 3 trying to get Logan out of bed. He’d rather stay naked.
Virtual brows raise. I love it.
And now it’s pushing midnight. What am I doing? Writing this post. I should be working on a WIP. Nah, it’s too early. When do you write? When does creativity strike the strongest for you? Let me know. Maybe our muses can have a play date.