Yippee
Maybe it’s this damned heat, or maybe it’s being in this huge house with only the voices in my head for company, but I’ve finally gotten the desire to write again! For fun this time. I don’t know how it happened--I was just sitting on the couch a few nights ago watching adult swim, and something hit me. I grabbed my notebook, wrote down a ton of notes and sketches, and I had the first chapter--albeit a short chapter--churned out before I went to bed that night.
I’m hoping it’s not something temporary. After all, I have a lot of stale ideas in my notebook and a lot of first chapters left dangling on my hard drive. I feel this is different, though. Everything I see lately reminds me of, and gives me something to add to the story. It’s expanded into every aspect of my day. The characters and settings are so vivid in my mind they might as well be real. I haven’t felt this way in a really long time.
I don’t want to give out the details of what I’m conjuring up, I don’t want to jinx this high I’m feeling. Just wish me luck.
I’m hoping it’s not something temporary. After all, I have a lot of stale ideas in my notebook and a lot of first chapters left dangling on my hard drive. I feel this is different, though. Everything I see lately reminds me of, and gives me something to add to the story. It’s expanded into every aspect of my day. The characters and settings are so vivid in my mind they might as well be real. I haven’t felt this way in a really long time.
I don’t want to give out the details of what I’m conjuring up, I don’t want to jinx this high I’m feeling. Just wish me luck.