I'm a morning person, pure and simple. So when I tell people I get up every day at 5 a.m. to write, I am invariably treated to incredulous looks, and even a few "Are you crazy?" comments.
Maybe I am. Then again, maybe not.
My imagination is alive early in the day. From the moment I open my eyes, the story I'm writing comes to life inside my mind. It's like being possessed in a way as the characters take shape and form, begin talking to each other and to me. I think, perhaps, it has something to do with a quiet house and the absolute stillness before the world awakens. Whatever the case, I've thrived in that peaceful, solitary space ever since I was a child.
When I was thirteen, I remember tiptoeing downstairs before the house stirred. While my family lay dreaming, I buried my nose in a textbook about Medieval history. Alive in those pages were knights on horseback, castles with lords and ladies, and on a page near the center of the book, a dragon. I can still see it in my mind's eye. Still recapture the moment my imagination took flight, and I believed dragons might truly exist.
It's no great surprise then, that I have come full circle and am now telling stories about a race of shape shifting dragons living in secret among us. The seed for my Dragonfury novels, and the intense group of half-human, half-dragon warriors portrayed in them, was planted that day, in the dark moments before dawn. While writing Fury of Fire, the first book in the series, I found myself reconnecting with the thirteen year old still lurking somewhere inside me.
In retrospect, she never minded getting up early. And neither do I, especially when I get to slip inside a world inhabited by dragons every day. --Coreene Callahan