I have been struggling to think of what to write next. I wrote a fun contemporary last year, and I didn’t enjoy writing this last book, a Alien mystery, as much as I thought I would. I have been sitting around trying to think of what I want to do with a new story.
I keep a little list of idea’s I have. I date them, and keep track of where I was or what I was reading when the idea came to me. You just never know anymore when someone Is going to claim they had the idea first or something. It might be all paranoia on my part, but I do it anyway.
So theoretically I already have a list of book ideas to dig through, but I just haven’t been feeling anything. The pull. I think we all know what I am talking about. An idea pops up, and then the burn starts somewhere in your gut. You know it’s the right one, and you can’t wait to get started.
I had a family emergency last week. Huge emotional upheaval at a time when I am undergoing some grueling treatments once a week. Life never seems to let me get bored!
At some point during my surprise away trip, I was sitting in my chair on a beautiful street in front of an antique street clock with a historical plaque. An idea popped. It was like fireworks went off in my mind. I could see ten or more characters in my head. I could see the future. BAM!
I pulled my planner out of my purse and began to furiously write things down. I was looking at my notes this morning, and the ideas are still fresh and sort of legible in my chicken scratch. The fire has started, and it helps me want to put this last book to bed.
People ask, as they always do, well where do you get your ideas from?
Everywhere. I saw a couple on the train who just looked so delighted to be together. They were in the throes of the first blush of love. You know the kind where all the things they do are cute instead of annoying. I wondered how they met, where they were going, and how long it would take for real love to bloom.
My girlfriend told me about a guy who had an autopsy table in his kitchen. I already have a short story going for him. The idea burst fully formed, and I can’t get it on the page fast enough. I thinking of using it for a newsletter, which I keep telling myself I am going to start someday. What would have happened if the Klingons had come to earth before the Vulcans? What would Star Trek's universe have looked like?
I can get an idea from just about anywhere. Not all of them are great, but some of them are sure a ton of fabulousness waiting for me to try them on.
Live your life. Pay attention to everything around you. Friends, family, neighbors, coworkers, or maybe strangers on a train. Ideas are waiting to be plucked up from the ether.
They are waiting for you.
What’s the weirdest way you have come up with a story idea? Please comment below. I would love to hear from you.