When you're ready to write, do you ever suck it up and start working on an old project just to have something to work on- hoping that inspiration eventually takes the reins and makes it into ‘the’ project?
Or do you brainstorm? Look for that ever-elusive ‘high concept’ that all the agents and editors rave about?
Ask a ouiji board for a story idea?
Meditate in a forest?
Get a tarot card reading?
Make up whacky dialogue for the strangers around you until something sticks?
I’m at a loss. It’s like I’m sitting in a Ferrari, raring to go, only to realise I’m outta gas...in a new town where I don’t know where to get gas. Or even what the best gas for my car is! Oh my God, I’m STRANDED!!!!
(...Aaand there’s today’s writing analogy, people. Oh, how I have missed those gratuitous writing analogies that always seem to go just a little. too. far.)
I’m ready to start another book. I’m ready to discover a whole new set of interesting characters and accompany them around the twists and turns of a whole new plot. I’m ready to get lost in a brand new setting, to spend hours tap-tapping away at my keyboard, lost in the powerful throws of creation! You know, that- ‘in my little world, I am GOD!’ -feeling?
I’m ready to get excited, seeing those word count numbers jump up by the thousands in a matter of days and weeks. And I miss how a new work-in-progress brings me back to the methods, set-backs, questions, and curiosities that always pop up while I’m emerged in a state of ‘writer’ – giving me material a’plenty to spew out into the blogoverse.
There’s just one problem.
I have no book idea. Nothing. Nada. N...(Nope, I can’t think of another cool ‘N’ word that means the same thing.)
Sure, I’ve got a few old ideas in the closet, if I rummage around enough. But none of them have inspired me to take the next steps.
At the same time, I don’t want to just sit around, waiting for lightning to strike.