Notoriously difficult is the writing process. Developing ideas for stories though, it can come quite effortlessly. I have about a dozen ideas for short stories and novels that are sitting on my Google Drive just waiting to be interpreted, re-written, analyzed and expounded. Time is not always at hand, though, and I find myself writing at night when I usually have a more creative mindset.
The night fuels my imagination. Probably because of its inherent connection to dreams. To the unknown. To fear. All these factors grant me the possibility of creating something fantastic. Fascinating and even overwhelming, I find. And when I sit there at the table long enough, the words flood my pages.
Creating anything, comes with sacrifice. Time, sleep, relationships…something must be relinquished to touch unreality properly. At night, usually the most I sacrifice is time and sleep. I have no willingness to sacrifice my relationships anymore. It’s not something I would do, anymore.