It's been awhile since I've posted (hi readers!), and a lot has changed in the past few months. Let's start with the fact that I quit my job, and I'm now doing this writing thing full-time! (See above GIF.)
A lot of things have happened since I said so long to my day job. I've gone to Hawaii, rocked out with two of my favorites at Coachella, and taken an amazing two-week trip to New York, filled with Sleep No More after-parties, Belmont Stakes fanciness, and a ton of time with friends.
Life has settled down a bit now, and it's back to the thing that's always waiting for me: writing, along with all its joys and struggles. The project I've been working on for the last year and a half is buttoned up for the moment, and I'm back to that magical/frustrating/exhilarating stage of coming up with something new.
Yesterday, as I was thinking about my new idea, I realized that each time one comes, it feels like it's going to be your last. I know some writers are chock-full of ideas and have a binder or Word Doc with all these potential plots written down, but that's never been me. I wait around, I think, I write indulgent and disjointed mini-scenes that I know are going nowhere, but then eventually--and it hasn't failed me yet--an idea comes. And then I play with it awhile and hope it doesn't suck.
Every time I get a new idea, it feels like a miracle, a two-year reprieve, or extension, before I have to go down that path again.
But no matter how much I don't think a new idea is going to come, it does. I don't have a fully formed plot yet, and I'm not sure of a lot of things, but today I wrote 1,000 new words, and that is something to be thankful for.
Happy writing and reading, everyone! And if you're in the idea-generating stage, have patience. Something awesome is on its way!