Plotting and plodding

BHvMDbpCAAIN73II don’t want to alarm anyone, but as I sit here alone in the house, I’m working on an outline and mind map for a book. Here’s the part that should make you put your foot down – it’s all new material. In what seems like a bizarre turn of events, I’ve finally had my first fresh idea in a while.

Yes, it scares me too.

Don’t get me wrong – I still whole heartedly believe that the mark of a good story isn’t in how fresh the ideas are (if that were the case, how would I cope with all of the orphan apprentices who get sent out on quests?), the key is in how well it is written. The most original idea treated like shite is still just shite, just like the most repeated of writing memes can still be gold if it’s treated well and well written.

But its been a long while since I’ve had what felt like a fresh world plop into my lap – since before my hospital visit, truth be told (not sure what the psychology on that is). Since then, everything has felt mostly like rehashes of old material, but this, this is all new. I shouldn’t even be typing this, I should be working on it, because every word I put into this blog is a word I didn’t get to use in the story.

Pandora‘s cranking out swing hits of the 40’s, fingers are flexed, words are lined up. Now to move along – my time’s running out and I’m only on my third cup of coffee.

 

 

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