Here I am, busy working on getting the formatting right for my book – Blessed Light, Cleansing Rain that is due out in October, and I’ve scarcely had time to breathe. It’s been through the wringer with re-writes, edits and my nitpicking every single word choice. Tonight I was all set to not even THINK about my book. I had an evening home alone and I was going to take full advantage of it by opening up a book and getting comfy and reading my heart out. Then it happened. That itching. That tickling. That tingling somewhere in the part of my mind I couldn’t quite get to. It started with that hazy, foggy bit of an idea scratching to get out. There was a new story in there. Part of me breathed a huge sigh of relief because, after all, I fear never having another idea. Part of me sighed with frustration because I didn’t want to spend tonight thinking about writing. I wanted to relax. Heck, I’m not officially done with the book I’m working on. I don’t want to start another right now.
I did my best to ignore it. I opened a book, but I couldn’t concentrate. I turned on a movie, but found my mind wandering all over the place. The tingling remained. Bits of scene and characterization floated before me. How long have these characters been in there, waiting to get out? How long have they wanted to tell me their story? Finally I took out some paper and started making notes. I’m not sure where this is headed, and that’s okay. Hopefully they won’t be in any hurry because I’ve an awful lot to do between now and October, and won’t have much time for them! It’s interesting though, how I always think I will delve into my file of story ideas and instead something hits me out of the blue. I guess it’s nice to know I have a stash for a rainy day, but I don’t think I’ll be needing it this time. I guess for now I’ll be finishing up Blessed Light, and listening to these new characters to see what they have to tell me. Should be interesting.