It's funny how once I set goals for myself, other things come along that refuse to be ignored.
I have wanted to focus on New Frontier and get my review of that up. Mostly because it's an assignment I set for myself, and I want to be disciplined. Also, I really really really love this comic. It’s the best super-hero literature I have ever read. I would like to explain why, but a new story idea popped into my head, and will not shut the hell up. I've thought about it for at least a few minutes every waking hour. Damn English couple in 1910 who ran into the woods and were eaten by trees.
Yeah, you read that right. The trees ate them. The leaves rained down on them, sliced them up like razor blades and absorbed their flesh. This is a story that popped into my head when I was at the park on a gorgeous day with my toddler. After half an hour I had three generations of this cursed family. Do I want it to be a short story, or a novel, or...graphic novel? Not sure. I have a lot of detail sifting to go through, to find out what’s important and what’s not and where I want it to go.
Another thing on my mind is an idea for a writer's round. Someone starts a story, then another person does the following chapter...you get the picture. I sent out an offer to wicked smart writers who have various styles. The feedback I got from most of them was "Cool idea, but I barely have time to eat, sleep and pee. Let me know how it goes."
Maybe I'll revisit that, because I think it would be lots of fun.
So it is not lack of imagination, lack of material, it's all the plots and thoughts and good old fashioned projects bumping up against each other in the dark of my psyche. Is this the opposite of writer's block? What does one call this?