When I first started plotting my Italian Duet series, I thought I had a pretty good idea of what it would be about. But the more I started digging into my characters, the more I realized they had a lot more to tell me about their lives.
I've had ideas for their story hitting me at all hours of the day. On my walks. Doing dishes. Driving. (This can be a little dangerous). Sitting at work and blankly staring at the computer screen (this can also be dangerous if the boss walks by...). And even though it's a ton of fun to have all these ideas, at some point I need to decide what's going to work. But that's what is so weird about the whole thing - one idea will hit me, I'll think, hey, maybe this will work, then another thought punctures that little balloon and I'm faced with a whole new idea.
I'm letting my imagination roam with this and for some reason, I don't feel nearly as stifled as I have with other novels. Anything and everything enters my mind, and I reject the silly ideas and seriously look at others. It's part of my process, I guess.
I'm really looking forward to the three day weekend - here in America we're celebrating Memorial Day. I usually take that day to remember the fallen and watch some World War II movies - on tap this year is The Longest Day and I'm going to try and rent The Good German with George Clooney. I read this book and thoroughly enjoyed it, but I heard the movie doesn't follow it too closely. I'll still watch it, though.
But I also plan on spending lots and lots of time plotting and maybe even doing a little editing on the other novel. Since work has been so stressful this past week, I just want to do a whole lot of nothing for the next three days.
So I'll leave you with two questions.
1) What's the strangest place you ever got an idea for your story?
2) What are you doing this weekend?