I woke up this morning, and–for just a second–I was positive I had missed Insecure Writers’ Support Group. That’s just the way my week has been going. Due to a neighborhood incident, I am now in the process of installing security cameras. No, it’s not a particularly involved process, but it’s been raining just enough to keep me off the roof ever since.
So, onward with insecurities.
I have the general idea of a next project.
Right now, it’s a very vague idea, and I’m not sure if there’s a plot, or just characters. And the premise is a little out there. I’m walking the line between Oh, that is so cool, and Oh, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.
There’s a tagline.
It does not help.
I have a way of talking myself out of ideas. Too silly. Too stupid. Too… whatever thing it is that I’d like to avoid being.
I think the only cure is to sit down, shut up, and focus on writing, until the idea is solid enough not to break, when I think about explaining it to someone else.
At any rate, I have an idea… and I’m not telling.