I don't know if other writers are like this, or if it's just me, but my head is filled with imaginary people. They're a mix of genders and ages, and all live extremely interesting lives. Sometimes they argue, and sometimes they start arguing with me. Can you believe the nerve?
"But I don't like him."
"And I don't want to die. I don't deserve that."
"There's no way you're locking me into that closet."
"Seriously, have you seen the size of these spiders?"
"Why do I have to be the prisoner? I'm always the prisoner."
"Hey, I've got this great idea!"
On and on it goes. Sometimes they wake me up at night to tell me something that happens in their stories. That's not too bad, actually, because they usually know before I do. Other nights, they're just chaotic. (Funny how that always coincides with having coffee too late in the evening, LOL!)
When it's way past midnight and they're all nattering about at least five different storylines, the inner me has to put her foot down. "Enough! Everyone go to bed! All heroines are sleeping soundly in arms of their heroes, be quiet!"
Works better than one would think. LOL!