I find myself to be a creature of habit. I take comfort in knowing the ebb and flow of my days don't typically change. It allows me to block out time throughout my day for my writing. I just wish my actually writing would follow the same smooth process that my day to day activities do.
Most of the time I'm walking around during the day with different stories floating around in my head. Plots and dialogue from multiple stories dance around each other like fireflies in the moonlight. Captivated, I too find myself flitting from one thought to another as I test out my ideas before committing them to paper or screen.
Sometimes I even let that ol' moon challenge me to search out the very best within myself, dragging it out of the shadows and into the light. I like to think of my ideas as creatures of the night, snug in their dens during the day...just waiting to come out and play when the moon is full.
There is a certain kind of freedom to writing at night. All around me others are settling in for the evening and yet there I will sit at my computer...wide awake and eager to see where the moonlight will take me.
Sometimes the journey is like a crazy maze where I start and stop...going down one dimly lit path, only to come to a dead end. I'll turn around and search out the moon's brilliance once again until I discover the path most satisfying for a creature of the night like myself.
Then there are time when everything is crystal clear under the moonlight. Every nook and cranny of my brain is illuminated by the night, leading me on the straight and narrow path to my journey's end. Those are the nights when I feel the most productive. Those are the moments when I can bask in the moonlight and KNOW I am a writer.
Just me...my writing...and the moonlight...