Just came up with a million dollar idea tonight.
Well, maybe not million dollar.
At this point in my career, it might be worth . . . well, let's just say a little lower.
Or a lot lower.
But it's an idea, nevertheless.
Woooppdeeedoo. Another writer with another idea. Yep. Big deal. Who cares.
I'd like to tell anybody who reads this the idea, but it will have to wait.
The reality is that I'm working on two projects now and already know what I desperately want to start writing next. Then there's that other project. And, oh yeah, there's that big epic series idea.
Ideas. If I were J.K. Rowling, they would be sacred. But I'm a guy with a last name that rhymes with trasher.
I'm not complaining. Hey--I'm in the writing pool. I'm in the creative ocean. I'm doing my thing and I'm thankful--thankful-thankful to do it.
So this idea--it's not new. But the frame and structure. That's new.
The why is new.
The reason is new.
And it came from my love of music (not a new thing) and from Twitter (Heaven help us).
It's an idea. But like anything, it's a chunk of me. A VERY BIG chunk of me. (yes, I can see you now thinking major failure).
But it's got possibility because of several things.
A) the story has been with me for some time, about 38 years or so.
B) there are a lot and I mean a lot of people who can relate to THIS story. Maybe nothing else I write but this one they'll be able to get.
C) I'm learning with each story I write. 41 or 42 novels written, I'm learning. Still slowly, still with so much to learn. But I'm getting better, bit by bit.
What's this mean?
It goes on the idea wall. It gets a title and a big, yellow post-it note. And then it will wait. And simmer.
Maybe it will come out. We'll see.
The beauty of creating is the possibility. I love it. I absolutely love it. The first page, the first possibility, the first moment the plot kicks in.
I keep trying.
And yes, I'm thankful.
The ideas keep flowing. And maybe, one day, with great fortune--well, maybe it will just be that million dollar idea.