Inspiration can come from the strangest places, and ideas generally follow. This weekend I had time for a lot of both, since I’m not doing a lot of writing, and this free time has my brain in “creativity mode” for the most part, so strange things come of these things.
I spent a lot of time designing a house. Not just any house . . . this was something I did for my Annie, my friend and–well, it’s complicated, as they way on The Book of Faces. (That could be a title for an episode of Game of Thrones, where The Imp looks about for the leather-bound document that is a list of all the whores he’s bedded . . .) We talked about things past, and I mentioned that I could using one of my new programs to create an image of a place that is one of her favorites. Since I was going to do this anyway, I didn’t wait for her to say “Yes”, and just started in on my work.
As with anything creative, it took time. But by yesterday afternoon I was finished, and she was happy with the outcome. It was then we started discussing our own characters, and how they would fit into a story, and how . . . well, we’ve had this conversation before, and the problem always comes down to taking characters that were created for one world, and putting them in another. How is this done, and more importantly: how do you keep them interesting.
Answer: nothing is easy. Trust me, I’ve done this. It’s not easy.
Of course, Annie is tenacious. She pushes, she rocks, she roles. She knows if she can get me to thinkin’ enough, I’ll come up with something. And it was while this “Something” was going on that I hit a Eureka! moment. So I told her, “I gotta go grill, but I’ll be thinking,” and with that I was off to the back yard to start cookin’ and get thinking.
See, something crept into my head when we were talking–something that I’d thought of a few weeks back when I was working on an old story idea. I’d imagined some organization that is sort of one part Illuminati and three parts Crazy Secrets of the World investigators. And what if . . . what if they know about things that only one in half a billion people can do, and when they find one of these people they do what they can to get them trained before . . .
Never mind the before. I had a kernel of world building growing, and I didn’t want it to go stale.
Needless to say, when I told Annie what I had, she was happy, but she also had questions; apparently she didn’t realize that building a new world doesn’t happen while you’re trying to keep your Italian sausage from burning. But I have something here. I have an outline in my head. And I even . . .
I have a map starting.
Oh, yeah. It’s that sort of days.
It would be a lot better day if work wasn’t making me do things–