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What’s the best time of day for your writing?
Rachel’s one of the early birds of the family, always getting up two hours before she actually leaves for her day job to get a head-start on her writing and blogging. Meanwhile, I’m lucky if I can roll out of bed and remember to put on actual pants before taking the kids to school a bit after seven in the morning.
I tend to go to bed after Rachel does, usually spending an extra hour or two while everyone else in the house goes to sleep to write in my notebooks. It’s a nice, quiet time that’s only interrupted when I start making more and more spelling mistakes due to getting tired.
Maybe my late nights are why I have difficulties getting up in the morning… Or I could blame the puppy for joining me in bed in the early morning hours to snuggle!
What about you? Are you the type of writer who does his/her/their best work in the morning, the afternoon, or night?
Vampires, werewolves, fairies, giants, nymphs, mermaids, dragons, elves, dwarves, banshees…
To those of you who like to add a bit of fantasy to your stories, what are your favorite mythical creatures to write about? Mermaids diving into the deepest depths of the ocean? Fairies that are tasked with changing the seasons of the world? Vampires who, ya know, drink blood and burn in the sun instead of sparkle?
For me, it’d be dragons. I have stories with dragon-like species of people, dragon gods, even little itty-bitty pet dragons that catch their own supper by barbecuing small bugs and birds. The sheer versatility of mythical creatures is what makes them so fun to write.
Of course, any sort of rule of the “real world” can be turned upside-down and inside-out in the world of a writer, but they still have to make some sort of sense. Otherwise, the reader’s sense of disbelief can be jarred enough to launch the reader out of the story. It’s a similar concept with writing fantasy and mythical creatures, but there’s definitely more leeway.
Anyone else enjoy adding a mythical creature or five to his/her stories? What kinds are your favorite to write about?
I first started writing actual stories when I was probably about thirteen or fourteen. It was in a green-covered composition notebook with an extremely cringe-worthy The Legend of Zelda fanfiction. I still have the notebook, having continued writing in it a few years ago when I realized it was only half-full. Little fanfiction-y snippets are still what fill my composition notebooks and journals, small stories that help me wind down at the end of the night and satisfy my need to mold those certain universes to my liking.
Back then, writing was just something fun to let my imagination run wild. I was around the age where high school teachers were drilling overwhelming college information into our brains.
Take those SATs. Get those essays ready. Join half a dozen clubs so your college applications will shine. All the while, make sure you’re well-rested for the school day with all of your backbreaking homework complete.
I always did very well in school, and many friends (and family) thought it was a given that I would go to a university for a nice degree. At that point, though, I was aware of the fact that I’d just started driving — how the hell was I supposed to know what to do with the rest of my life?
Not only that, but the economy wasn’t kind to my generation — jobs were scarce for college graduates and I wasn’t keen on paying tens of thousands of dollars for a degree. I opted to focus on working, earning skills (and thick skin) in the world of retail, while going to a nearby community college for my Associate’s.
I changed my major a couple of times while at that community college, from computer science and information technology to computer forensics to add in a bit of criminal justice. My interests were all over the place, and they refused to be pinned down.
I suppose it didn’t help that I’m not the type to enjoy a classroom setting. I enjoy learning, but on my own time, researching what I wanted to know and getting hands-on experience rather than sitting at a desk staring at a textbook. I wrote more and more on my own time to escape the classroom drudgery.
One day I started drafting up an original novel, a first for me. I think it was that point that the idea of being a writer took root in my mind.
Since then, I’ve been trying to focus on pursuing what would make me happy. I switched jobs from a clothing store to a day camp for dogs to get my puppy-fix for a while before being able to take a year off to determine what creative pursuits I wanted out of life.
I have a great government job now that’ll pay the bills with a steady schedule to allow me to continue going after writing and gaming and puppy-sitting. After floundering around and getting lost on detours for a while, I’m finally taking a step in the right direction for my life.
Have you ever gone back to read some of your old writing, get really into it, then realize that you had stopped in the middle of the story? Then you just sit there like, “What the hell? Where’s the rest?” and your treacherous brain responds, “You haven’t written it!”
I go through that once in a while, especially when I want to write but don’t know what to write, like I did yesterday. Our family had just gotten back from a weekend getaway, one where I forgot to pack a little notebook (I know, I know, but I bought a really pretty one instead!). On Saturday, my parents took a good nap while Rachel and I chilled in the hotel room. I was able to finish the book I brought with me (my second mistake was bringing only one book), and my biggest urges to write tend to come after reading.
Granted, we were only gone for two nights. One book and the lack of notebook was fine, as we were busy with other activities, but that urge was still nagging me.
Therefore, on Sunday when we had returned, I booted up my laptop and read over some of my older WIPs. I really want to focus on going through one of those drafts, sprucing it up, maybe putting it on here or Wattpad or the like to get some feedback (other than our monthly writer groups). I didn’t really write yesterday, but Rachel and I did come up with a pact to have a draft of one of our novels ready to swap with each other by the beginning of October to critique.
I have a penchant of starting new novels instead of finishing old ones. Let’s see if I can break that habit, shall we?