Well, that was a no-go. I told an earnest tale of writing the first 50 pages to see if my latest novel idea had legs. I didn’t write a word, not one word.
I could blame distractions — of which there have been many — but I won’t. The truth is, the novel idea was probably “not me” from its inception, and its inception began with two marvelous, sun-drenched weeks in Hawaii in January. I was in such a serene mood that I became enamored of a serene idea. Serene for me that is: women’s fiction, a story more about happily-ever-after than about murder and mayhem.
After Ghost Story Weekend, in which I reminded myself to listen to the loudest voice in my head, all I can say is this: No wonder my serene idea didn’t pan out. The ideas that excite me tend toward the dark side. I knew my serene idea was in trouble when a stalker entered the scene. But even with a stalker, I’m not interested. Yawn.
It’s a relief to officially let this idea go. It’s been dogging me for many weeks now. I had a big ol’ crush on the idea, but no way it and I would live happily-ever-after for the next year of writing and revising. Alas, coming up with a viable story idea is sometimes like kissing a frog.
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Serene Ideas… Hmm… It’s not always the case, you know. Although, if they do come up, they are the best. Keep writing!!!
Yay, the dark side! I’ve been reading the Bronte sisters’ works (for the third or fourth time). All that darkness, mystery, passion – it’s awesome. So go girl, embrace your dark side! best wishes, mari
Bury it, my friend, and after many moons perhaps it will grow on its own. It’s all some kind of fertilizer for the writer’s garden.