Real life managed to get in the way of the fictional one last night, so very little writing was done. I did begin Chapter Six, which begins with sex, and a little more sex, and just a touch of, “Yeah, there’s the goods, show me what you’re gonna do with them!” bravado that you see in few couples. It was a great start . . .
But there’s something lurking in the back of my brain. No, it has nothing to do with plastic wrap and strawberries; get your mind out of the gutter. It has to do with a story–better yet, the story within my story that I’m writing.
One of the things I’ve considered for my main male character is what novel is he going to write? I mean, that’s the whole point of having a muse show up and start bugging his butt about getting a story together. Okay, sure: so what is that novel going to be about? It’s a pretty important plot point, don’t you think?
The drive home is always a good time to take what I’ve accumulated throughout the day and put it into practical use. So it’s time for thought, time for ideas to get put out there and used and/or discarded. Last night was no different, because I was thinking about this new chapter, and what was going to happen, and how two of my main characters might interact with each other.
In the course of this internal dialog, I decided that Keith, my main male character, would talk about his writing with Elektra, one of my main female characters. Elektra would throw some ideas out there, and Keith would come up with versions already done of said idea. However, a point would be reached where Elektra would say something, and Keith would examine what was said . . .
And go, “Hummmm”.
Thus an idea is born. Not just for him, but for me as well.
The funny thing is, this morning I’m chatting with someone, and they bring up an idea which is pretty much along the lines of the idea I’d come up with last night, and there was this frisson that hits you when you realize that there are other people out there wondering if similar ideas can be done, but they might not have the ability to do them with acquit skill.
Right now it’s just an idea for a story within a story, not a story that will stand alone on its own. But it is an idea that, perhaps, could become a story were I to do my research and flesh it out. Not that don’t already have enough to do, but why not have some ideas ready just in case?
Creativity comes at you when you least expect it. I had this idea last night, and then the same comes at me this morning–what are the odds? Is it because my circuits are good, and karma is with me? Or I just know what is going to work?
Or is my Muse somewhere near, while sex scenes play out on the page before me?
I know she’s road with me before, so I’m never alone . . .