As I stated in my previous post, I’m in between projects right now. I’m also having a hard time committing to any one idea. So I was discussing this with my husband, and he asked me a very interesting question. “If publishing as we know it ended, and you could only write ONE LAST story, what kind of story would that be?”
Needless to say, it got me thinking. What would that story be? While pondering this question, I made a list of elements I know my story would have. For example, I know it would be fantasy or post-apocalyptic/dystopia. I know it would have a unique world. Also, an “impossible”/star-crossed love thing going on. Oh yeah, and it will have to be dark and fairly tragic. It was a pretty fun exercise. It really got the ideas flowing. I’d highly recommend it.
Here’s the thing, though. I know I can’t sit around and wait for the ULTIMATE, BEST-EVER, ENCOMPASSING-EVERYTHING-INSIDE-MY-SOUL idea. And I probably shouldn’t demand that every novel I pursue have every single element I love. But I think I’ve reached a point where I’m willing to wait
Because let’s face it, for most of us, writing/editing a novel takes a long time. Six months, a year, a couple years. That’s a huge commitment, peeps.
And it’s HARD! Writing a novel is hard! So shouldn’t we put that time and toil into something we truly love? And I don’t just mean, love. I’ve loved all my stories. We writers tend to love pretty much anything our brilliant, precious brains dream up.
No, I’m talking about waiting for an idea (and by idea I mean concept, character, or world) that really speaks to us.