It seems that my muse has decided it's time for me to become a novelist. She smucked me in the back of the head last night with a story idea that must be a novel. So I wrote out the notes for it and tried to put it in my idea box.
No good. The headache came anyway. Along with an obsesion about the main character. So I tried to add details to the notes. Nope, that wouldn't do either. I was going to have to apply my butt to the chair in front of the computer and start writing the darned thing.
Ah, sweet relief. The headache retreated as the words flowed onto the screen. But I'm not going to get off with just the introduction. I dreamt about it last night and have spent most of my day dreaming time today thinking about it.
Well at least I have about a month and a half before classes start again. I can get a draft done in that time right?
Posted by Becca at December 10, 2004 04:48 PM