Someone once told me this little tale about writing that seems germane to share with you all right now.
This happened in the dawning days of science fiction, before the movie deals, before there were formulas to follow, before even the 'three laws of robotics':
There was an author, and he had been very successful financially, creating stories that sold a lot of copies, but one day he comes into his publishers office, and says: "Here's the rough draft of my latest novel."
"Oh?" his editor asks "It wasn't due for another two months, and you rarely make it in on time, let alone early... What happened?"
"I had things all planed out, the whole story line in my head just as I always do, then somewhere in chapter three the characters just rose in revolt and ran away with the story..." The author says perplexed.
"Ah! So, you're finally a writer." His editor smirked.
"Finally? I've written six books: what was I before?" The Author asks.
"A Hack." The Editor replies with an evil grin.