I’m giddy. Smiling a lot. Fingers twitching. Desperate to type.
I got me a story.
I’ve been playing with a few different ideas ever since I turned in Book 2 on December 1–500 words on this one, 1000 words on that one, 750 on this one over here–waiting for one or the other or the other to grab me, shake me down like a rough gangster demanding his 100% interest, and possess my soul.
A few moments ago I realized I’d been working on one and only one of these ideas for a few days now. So I sat back and asked myself:
“Self? Do you want to go and work on one of the others for a bit?”
And Myself answered, “Are you freaking kidding me? Shut up and get back to typing!”
I can be cruel when it suits me.
So yeah, it has occurred to me that I may have found Book 3. And I’m totally jazzed. The winning concept is–like most of my projects–based on older, less-formed ideas. Characters from here and there, situations from there and here. A keen eye for brand and marketing. Lots of opportunities for sequels.
To this point I have not pitched this to anyone. For all I know, Awesome Agent may hear the idea, roll his eyes, and drop-kick me into the new year. But I’ll cross that bridge when I arrive at the toll booth. Right now, I’m writing, and it feels good. I’ve already fleshed out the plotline, the stakes, and the main characters. And as I write, they all come alive.
So, yeah. Giddy. Smiling. Twitchy fingers. All good.
Of course, there’s every chance that I’ll write a post in a couple of days about how I’ve torn everything up and started over, this time on a new idea centering around a horde of man-eating walleye who develop the ability to breath air and so come out of the world’s waters to get their revenge on mankind.
You just never know.