After the DVD binge (yes, physical media – I’m so old school) has come the inevitable backlash in my brain. No guilt. No desire to sign up for Couch Potatoes Anonymous. No… my brain has a much better revenge on me than that. You guessed it; it came up with another big story idea.
I’m refusing to write this one. Hands down refusing to indulge the writing demon in his favourite form of torturing me.
But then, these ideas have a habit of accepting dismissal with a school-kid kind of “yes m’am” and then later, I catch them smoking behind the bike shed. Or they catch me asleep at my desk and spit spit-balls at me.
Okay, I have no idea where that analogy was going…
Back to reality. Which is, incidentally, that the new idea isn’t spec fic! So, it has a poorer chance of survival than most. I’m putting my faith in that.
Current status of projects that will get written is that the “new novel” is slowing down and the Blurt is sitting in the corner looking pissed about being neglected. Not liking the odds of the Blurt draft being officially a proper draft zero by xmas anymore. Aah well. The new novel is deliciously dark and depressing (not my usual fictional thing) so I’m kind of enjoying it.