I’m convinced that I was a different person when I wrote His Only Star. I mean, I don’t know what was going on in my head, but I don’t know if I’ve ever been in a character’s head as much as I was in Oliver’s (the main character in His Only Star). Usually I’m in my character’s heads, but I don’t always fully know who they are until I reach the end of the book. But I knew Oliver inside and out, backward and forward, and… You know… now that I mention it, there’s a lot of myself in Oliver, which would explain why I know him so well. Of course, Oliver isn’t an exact replica of me. But there are subtle parts of myself that I included in his character (which I won’t reveal! Ha!)
But it’s interesting to think how different I was when I was writing that. I mean, I even woke up at 5 a.m. once (ON PURPOSE) to work on it! And, while I really should put in that sort of effort with all of my books, something about His Only Star really spoke to me. Something made me hammer out those 24,979 words, and I wish I could find it again and make it work toward Black Powder Brigade. I’ll have to do some digging around for it.
Anyway, I’m glad I had this little realization, and I’m glad you all could be here for it.
Have you ever felt like you weren’t quite yourself when you wrote something?