So ever since I got so wrapped up in the world of my urban fantasy MS (All That Remains), all other creative input kinda got blocked.
Once I finished revising and revising that book and ventured out into Query World (I'd say right now I'm level 10), I was ready for a new idea. Sure, nursing school is uber brain-suck, but a writer needs to write, you know? Even if just a few hundred words a week.
But when I turned to the idea bucket in my brain--shock. It was empty.
That's a pretty devastating feeling. I moped around for a few weeks, desperately trying to come up with a new idea. Sure, I have some drawer novels that I could revise, but nothing tickling my fancy right now. I flirted with the idea that I should break out of my interest zone and write something totally different, like a romance or YA contemporary.
Idea bucket = still empty.
Until last night.
Anyone who's heard my philosophies on writing knows that I feel like writing comes from the writer, not voices in my head or muses or any of that ridiculous shite. So I have to hang my head a little to admit that last night, in the final REM cycle of my sleep, I had a really awesome dream.
When I woke up, I put on my glasses and went straight to the computer, where I wrote down as much as I could remember about that dream. Then, all morning, I percolated on it. Running track intervals? Thinking about it. Taking a shower? Thinking about it. Eating oatmeal? Thinking about it.
It's there, guys. It's been a long time since an idea has hit me so hard and been so vibrant so fast. I told hubby about it on his lunch break, and he even gave the thumbs-up on the idea.
Idea bucket = full.
Turns out, I'm best sticking to my comfort zone. So I'll be heading into space soon, ready to start on my new (YA -ish) sci-fi WIP, jokingly titled TANGO TANGO for now.
Oh, and I've started making a playlist for it. On the drive back from the track this morning, I heard the Jesus Jones song "Right Here Right Now," and felt really nostalgic. So most of the songs on the playlist thusfar are from the years '91-'96. Then I realized that meant some were 20 years old and I felt weird.
I'd love to say I'm off to worldbuild on TANGO, but in reality I have my first exam next week in Med-Surg, so I'm really off to study heart failure! Don't be jealous.
And don't give up on your idea bucket.