I’ve been like a magpie lately, with ideas all over the place.
I’ve got a project in mind, and have been working on it in bits and pieces all over the place.
A friend of mine has been pushing me to work on it, and she’s right; it’s a story that a LOT of fun to write, and I’m enjoying it.
But then I had another idea for a related story line. So I also started working on that.
And then another idea to continue to work on the current novel project, which is WAY fun to mess with, but I have some big plot questions to answer in my own head before I get too far on it.
And then I got an email from a friend, asking if I had any holiday-themed stories. (I don’t.) But I’m now more than 500 words into a new story, tentatively called “A Demon For Christmas.”
I’ve said it before. Ideas are not the problem. For me, right now, I have the attention span of a squirrel on Mountain Dew.
I just need to find a way to channel that magpie instinct in a positive, constructive, way, just like Hammy.