I’ve been reading instead of writing for the last week or so…too many things going on in Real Life to give my fantasies space to breathe. Anyway, the reading time has been good because my muse identified a few shortcomings in my own work. (Yeah, I know…big surprise! I mean seriously, if we’re not learning, WE’RE DEAD!)
In response, I did a 15 minute timed stream-of-consciousness write and discovered the project I want to work on while I’m avoiding the pediatric hospital scenes in my urban fantasy. I then went through a different stream-of-consciousness exercise to discover the character, world, and arc for not one book, but an entire series! (Hey, when I’m on a roll, I’m on a ROLL!)
Next task? Narrow my vision and plot the first book.
My designation is G2815. I don’t have a name. Names are for people, and I’m not a person. I’m a freak.
But I remember another time, another place. I remember being Lolly. At night, when I close my eyes, I cling to the memory of a boy not much bigger than me holding my hands and jumping around a room filled with cushy chairs and plush blue carpet. The boy smiles at me and chants, “Lolly, Lolly, she’s my dolly. Lolly, Lolly, we all love Lolly.” I treasure that memory. It proves that once, when I was very young, someone cared for me.
GAWD it feels good to be excited about a project again!