I have Spravato that morning, and I'm cooked the rest of that day and sometimes into the next. Wipes me out.
But I've noticed that when I don't at least have the opportunity to write, my brain fills it in.
Example, I'll think of older books I need to revise and publish. I'll think of books I started but did not finish for...reasons.
Then I become the twitchy ball of fun we all know and tolerate.
Story ideas are literally everywhere. I like to tell the story of how Canary, the series, came about. I was driving home after work, and I passed a work truck with the name "Canary" on the side. This was obviously four or five years ago.
But the word stuck. And my grey matter immediately went to "canary in a coal mine" which is some fucked up business for said canaries.
But I couldn't get the idea of a character who put herself in situations as the canary in a coal mine. On purpose. For overwhelming and traumatic reasons.
I LOVE damaged characters. They are my jam, jelly, and whatever other toasty condiments exist. Because they arc the hardest. Because even though I never FIX these characters I write, I give them people to surround them with care. A path yet unexplored. And the ballsiest balls that ever existed to move forward.
Ah, where was I going?
Story ideas. That's the ticket.
I have a list of over two dozen titles, most with genre, I need to write. I've started on at least half a dozen of them. But the timing wasn't right. Or I began another story. Or...heaven knows. I just live here.
But I can't understand an author stating that they hope they have another story idea.
What breaks my heart, is that I will never be able to write all the stories I want because my list is constantly increasing.
And while my short ass is hell on wheels at the keyboard, even I can't keep up with myself.
In the Book of Crystal: Issues 24/7.
I write on the weekends because I know Tuesday is a hard pass. And lately, I've been doing pickups on Monday. So that's also a no-go. But I write Saturday and Sunday because I can't...not.
Murphy has begun to give me the side-eye, which I perfected decades ago. Apparently my feline son has picked up the habit. 🙄
Because he is the top priority in the household according to the Book of Murphy: Needy 24/7.
That's it for me.
Off to the land of Enchantment. And no, I don't mean New Mexico. Though, that's a killer motto.
You know us. Oklahoma is OK.
meh
Not really.
