Ideas. I have them. Sometimes, too many of them. I have a white board on the wall next to my desk. Okay, I have three–one huge, two smaller. I also have one big and two smaller bulletin boards. I can’t see the forest for the scribbles, Post-It notes, and bits of paper. I have one liners–lines thought of and plan to use somewhere, like “He was a poster boy for tall, dark, and dangerous.” I have random ideas for plots, like “Idea: Her enemies are left for dead at her door. Who? Why?” Yeah, I TOTALLY want to figure that one out! I’m thinking one of the Moonstruck Mafia/Mob books. I have lists of possible titles. I have character names. I have grammar cheat sheets. But mostly, I have the jetsam and flotsam of half-formed ideas and lines that my brain wants to turn into stories. They’re all small. Now. But someday? Like the Universe says…
Big ideas almost never seem like big ideas, at first.
So, Silver, be on the lookout for little ideas that seem kind of ho-hum, ain’t no big thang, let-me-floss-first kind of ideas.
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I don’t really care if you floss, Silver. I don’t.
This is true, but sometimes, “flossing” is just the activity needed to boost those small ideas into full-blown scenes or characters or books. Stories I can write. Stories you can read. So yeah, welcome to my brain. It’s a very untidy place on a good day, but like an attic full of bins and boxes, suitcases and trunks, it’s kinda fun to poke around in. 😉
LOL, I can totally picture your office. And it seems like totally the right place for you. Like a nest of creativity, with you surrounded by bibs and bobs and bits of string, ready to be woven together into awesome stories for all of us to read.
All my story bits are either in a file on my computer or my big notebook by my recliner. I didn’t used to be this anal, but the older I get, the more organized I become. It’s kind of boring here.
We each have our own process. I wish I was more organized and anal. Then I wouldn’t stare blankly at the mess and think “Ya, know…it’s in there somewhere!” Right before I turn my head and ignore what’s buried. 😆