Um...surprise!

[dampscribbler]

So It's been almost 3 weeks since I've gotten to work on my (presumably midgrade) story. Which I kind of lost interest in over that time. I made some notes on a picture book earlier this week, and idea I've had kicking around for several months now and would like to play with.  I have time today, so I was really looking forward to messing with one or both of those today after I ran a couple of errands this morning. Wouldn't you know it, on the way home something new and very very different hit me in the head. 

So now I'm working on an adult novel set in a near-future dystopia and my main character is a 33 year old man. 

This should be interesting.

Edit:

I know some of you out there write more than one thing at a time. I really want to be that way. But if that's going to happen, I'm going to have to find more than 2-3 hours every ten days to write. Where does time come from?  

Comments

[dampscribbler.livejournal.com]

:-( They must use the same muscles. Or the same space on the clock, at least.

[jelazakazone.livejournal.com]

Same space in the brain for me. Same space that does calculus and chemistry and makes me dream about it too.

[dampscribbler.livejournal.com]

I get it. It used to be that these things grew stronger and more flexible with use. Now it seems they get used up with use, and need time to be replenished.