Sometimes you just stare at the blank page/word document and pray for words. . .

. . . and sometimes you have more ideas than you have time to write down! Psyched you out there, didn’t I? You thought I was going to write about writer’s block.

“Writer’s block is a fancy term made up by whiners so they can have an excuse to drink alcohol.” -Steve Martin

I know, I’m an ass.

I finished my NaNo book and was going to move onto something else when I suddenly came up with an idea to add to what I had already planned for the sequel and that idea, in turn, opened up a whole world of ideas for this series. Spin-offs, prequels, sequels, I got ’em all in my head right now and I am loving it. So I am knee deep in that hoopla not to mention that I also still have my original novel in my head and I’m having enough trouble keeping two stories straight with my normal life.

All I’m asking for is that I get enough time to jot down these ideas before I forget them between all the other holiday chaos of my day job. So I’d just trying to hold these ideas until I have more time to write them down as I’m still trying to fill up my NaNoWriMo quota with material for the same series I started the challenge with. 

Then while taking a quick shower today a new story pops into my head fully formed. Like, an entire, rather complicated, story.

Normally I have half an idea in my head and suddenly it connects with a few other stray ideas and rearranges into a story at some point. When that happens, it’s a lot like sneezing after a few false starts, when you finally put all those stray ideas together. You were on the verge of it for week and then, click, there it is, finally!

But this was totally different. The only part of this I had in my head from before that moment was a discarded scene I cut from my other novel because it didn’t fit anymore and that grow into a whole different story which only barely resembles the original. It was literally like *plop* and a fully formed book was in my head. Very weird and also kinda awesome.

I outlined it scene by scene for my husband while we made dinner and while I am 99% he couldn’t have possibly given less of a crap, when I was getting to the big triumphant twist ending, about two seconds before I revealed it, he broke into a huge grin and I know he knew where I was going and liked how it came together and right then I was like, BAM I am on to something, bi-atches!! I totally umped and did a fist pump. It was sad.

So I have an embarrassment of riches in the idea world and what do I spend the rest of the night thinking? God, I hope I live long enough to get to write all this stuff in my head. That would really suck if I never get to.

I am apparently morbid.

I told my husband he would have to write out these stories for me in that case because he is the only person I have told the entire plots to. He looked panicked.

Hardest part of getting new ideas? Not dropping what you are working on to start the new, shiny project.