teeming with ideas

This happens on occasion, but I'm learning better how to deal with it.

In that, some ideas are just snippets of my brain, storylines that maybe even more than slightly developed, but nothing I'm really going to have time to develop. Even if I've taken notes and really given more time to it than necessary. Within a few days, a week, months, I know this isn't something I'm going to write.

Sometimes the ideas fly in, and I grab one, scribble it immediately. At the end of December, I had three stories hit me, a month later I was writing one, and the other two...

Only snippets. They come and go, and few stick hard enough within me to get a solid foothold. And I don't even know why one words, two don't.

Right now I've two new ideas banging around, alongside one more, then there's what I'm going to write in July, Not any of those three. of those three, one is going to start in about 8-9 days, on Monday the 17th. I think it's going to be Hand In Hand, at least I'm pretty sure. Where Is Fielder Walsh? is pretty steady, and then one more, tentatively titled Sentimental Favourite is percolating too.

Last summer I had a plethora of notions, made blogs for them, then watched nearly all of the fade away. They have folders with titles made, paper withing those colourful folders, but they sit in a box in the guest room closet. I learned my lesson from that debacle, and now I stick loose papers with notations in one red folder entitled Boll Weevils Looking For A Home. It's a White Stripes homage, but true. So many flickering flames that may or may not turn into a manuscript.

Hand In Hand has a folder, but no blog, yet I'm pretty sure about that one. Where Is Fielder Walsh? has a folder and a blog both. Sentimental Favourite just got a title two days ago, but is still on the fence. Not sure which side it will land.

Then there is In the Blue, which has been around since last summer's bumper crop, and I keep putting it off, but can't quite abandon it to the guest room vault. There is only so much time available between living and the work, and in the work slots there's editing in addition to writing, plus plotting and research, blogging about it to some small degree included. I have no time for querying right now, which is a handy excuse, too busy on the creative end of everything.

I'm not a writer without ideas. A blessing, maybe a small curse. Either way, it's how it goes, and when it's a shower like now, I just sit back, let each day take its course. To fight it going any other way would be like ramming my head into a wall. I do enough of that with my teenage daughter, thanks...