Early yesterday morning (at about 1:30), I started to write. Its a compulsive habit. I need to before I go to sleep, otherwise I’m all thrown off.
Strangely enough, my mind was rather clear. I started to plan out my next novel. I should be working on See My Way (the current one), but instead I decided to write up a quick background on the political situation in The Other One. No, that’s not the working title. It has nothing to do with the story. I’m just rather guarded about the topic.
But it is futuristic speculative fiction.
I’ve never tried my hand at speculative fiction before. I don’t think I’ve read more than one or two stories in that genre.
But I’m trying something different with this one. I’m going to plot everything out to begin with. With an outline. And pre-created characters (with their own character sheets!).
Sometimes inspiration attacks at 2 am. I guess I have to listen to my muse.
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I see. Inspiration doesn’t belong to timetable. I, too, find myself unable to not write in the deep of the night, and sometimes there are more than just one inspiration and I find myself torn between two ideas that I want to develop at the same time.
Now I’m having semantic issues about what being a writer means, maybe you could help me, I’d appreciate your opinion.