So I sat down on Tuesday, a bit groggy and on my second cup of coffee, to try to write down a few details of an idea that I’d had overnight. I went to sleep on Monday thinking about a number of random things in an effort to distract the Anxiety Gnomes who hate sleep as much as I love it, and one of those things was a silly vampire idea. Now that by itself isn’t very odd, because I love the concept of vampires in a strange way and I’m sure that I’ll come back to that eventually around here, but I don’t often tell stories about them.
Which is why waking up with a story about one was kind of… odd. So I woke up my computer and instead of checking my email I opened up Scrivener and started typing. I was surprised by how much had had down when I had to pause and take my son to school, but I shrugged and figured that I was just being wordy and it was a pretty good warm up for continuing the book I am working on. Even the imagination needs stretches and warmups, right?
Well I came home from drop off and poured another cup of coffee, and sat down to finish my thoughts about my vampire, and when I looked up it was mid afternoon and I had missed lunch, but it didn’t matter because I had to go pick up my kid from school. I had written four chapters.
I’m not really sure what I’m going to do with my vampire friend, but I do know three things. First I know that poor Michael isn’t going to be getting as much of my attention for the editing and revisions his next story *desperately* needs for the next few days. Second I know that my vampire and his friend are pretty pushy as far as telling their story. And Third, I know that what I have written? It’s a prequel. Or maybe an origin story. Which makes this a series. Oops.
And all because I just wanted to distract my mind so I could get some sleep.