In a previous post I mentioned turning my attention to a new project.
I had three ideas and then a fourth ambushed me from nowhere.
Two got shot down over coffee but two survived.
They had a fight and one now stands demanding to be written*.
This time round the fear is not around the ideas, the characters or the world. I’m very excited about them all. Rather it’s my ability to do them justice**. I feel like I’m going to have to grow a bit (in terms of knowledge) to make the story work.
Also there’s a part of me that want to hit the keyboard and just go for it! “Damn the details,” it says. “You can work them out later!” And there’s another part of me that wants to do lots of thinking and planning.
Regardless, I’ve made a start in both areas. A bit of research has found its way into my notebook and my first thousand words are done.
*Although it escaped, vowing to return later in the year.
**And names. There are lots and lots of names to sort out.