by Melodie Campbell
(As usual, this post will sit on the wacky side. But there
is a serious message behind it all. Why?
Why do we spend hours and hours alone in our garrets, piecing together
stories that may never earn us a living wage, or even see the light of
day? Are we insane? Or, as I posit, does writing keep us sane?)
But back to our regularly scheduled blog post:
Rowena is arguing with Thane. Cedric meets Soren the demon for the first
time. Kendra can’t choose between
Richard and Logan…or is it that young cousin of the Viking Warlord, what’s his
name?
Gina and Nico are planning an art gallery heist. Uncle Seb is about to kick the bucket, and he
didn’t die ‘cleaning his gun.’ Pete is
caught with counterfeit moolah, and slips through the portal to Land’s End…
No, wait a minute.
Wrong book. Wrong series. Even wrong genre! Plots, you’re getting yourselves mixed up.
It’s 3:15 AM, and all is not well in my head.
I’ve come to the conclusion that my characters hate going to bed.
Like little children, they race around in my head,
determined to have yet another adventure.
Problem is, they stumble over each other in their bid for freedom. Series start mixing in decidedly zany ways.
(Okay, back to the point of this blog.)
WHY WRITERS WRITE:
We authors control what our characters do during the
day. It’s one of the things I love about
writing: the ability to control the world
in a way we can’t do in real life.
I can’t control the real world. Sometimes the script being directed from
above is pretty painful. In my case, it
contains an autistic brother and life-long care-giver burdens I can do
nothing about.
But I can control the world I create in words.
In my fiction, I control my characters, put them where I
want them, alter their lives, change the time, the year, the setting, give them
astonishing adventures and dramatic
endings– it’s glorious, unfettered control.
But at night, even they go wild.
In the wee hours of the morning, my head is a playground for
creative creatures, both human and fantastical.
They have adventures even I haven’t thought of yet.
So here’s a job for you scientists out there. Figure out a way to capture the nocturnal
plotlines that create havoc for us authors as we struggle to give our brains
some needed snooze-time.
And in the meantime, can you guys please keep it down in
there? I’m trying to sleep.
