Yes, you know that. After all, that’s the whole point of having
this blog, isn’t it? But I don’t talk
exclusively about writing. That would
become boring for all of us, me included.
Today however, I think I’d
like to ramble a bit about the process of starting a new story. I recently submitted the book I’d been
working on to my publisher and am now faced with choosing a next project.
There are several options.
1. Attempt to find an agent for my horror novel,
Indiscriminate Slaughter. This is
something I poke at occasionally. Not at
all fun.
2. Revise something that is already
written. Polishing rough drafts is
something I do when all my not-yet-revealed characters dessert me and go on
vacation without me. Sometimes fun,
sometimes not. I’ve already spent time
discovering those stories. There are
times when revisiting the characters works but also times when it doesn’t.
3. Beg Beau to continue on with the numerous
stories he and I have started. I’ve
learned in the past year that he has even more mind bounce than I do so
sometimes going there is not a good thing.
4. Start something brand new. Okay but what story? In general when doing this, I let my subconscious
choose. I go about my daily life while
listening to conversations going on within my head. Usually the loudest is the
one I will work on next. There are times
when that works and they reveal the entire story to me as I hope every time I
start one.
However there are also times
when a different set of characters barges in and demands instant
attention. Shane and Alyssa from Chaos
did that. Boy, did we have a blast! Conversely there have been characters who
lurk in the background of the story I’m working on, whispering just loud enough
for me to catch snippets of what they’re saying. Eventually this becomes highly distracting,
so much so I have to put aside what I intended to write and ask the lurkers
what is going on. Then there are the
characters that play hide-and-seek with me.
They pop into someone else’s story, boldly interrupting the flow only to
vanish just as quickly as if daring me to come find them.
So. Nope, not a clue what’s up next.
I have wondered at times if
the conversations within my head are being had by real people and I’ve somehow
managed to tap into them, eavesdropping on their personal lives. Hmm, there’s a thought for you. Next time you’re
talking to someone and get that prickly sensation of being watched even though
there is no one around it might just be my, spying on you from inside your own
mind.