Out of nowhere last night came an idea for a book, or what I think may be a book.
Maybe it’s just a short story or a novella, it’s too soon to tell for sure.
As it was late when the idea hit (which is when most of my inspiration strikes me), I quickly scribbled down the opening scene on a notepad and went to sleep with the idea and characters floating in my mind.
They, a guy and a girl in their late twenties, early thirties, haunted me all day long, but I didn’t know where they needed to go, but once I got home from work and decided to type up those chicken-scratched notes as the Flaming Lips played on the iHome, something began to take shape.
I don’t know quite what it is yet, or where these two are going, but I’m three (short) chapters deep, and 1,380 pages into their journey. Can’t wait to see where they lead.