Have you ever been in the middle of a project, immersed in the plot, characters, everything when all of a sudden another character from a different project tugs at your shirt tail? I mean, what are you supposed to do then?
This happened to me yesterday. And I gave in. Maybe it wasn’t the right choice, but I couldn’t take the whining anymore. (It’s quite like raising your own children, though I wouldn’t know anything about that.)
This nouveau idea popped in my head and I thought, “Whoa. This is cool. I better write this down.” And that was the end of it. The idea I wrote down was just a plot bunny, no characters involved.
Okay, this is going to sound really strange, but hey, we’re all writers here, so it’s okay.
Later in the evening a young lady, she was no older than seventeen, started to follow me around in my head. I knew she didn’t belong in the story I was writing, but she belonged in the one I wrote the idea about. She wouldn’t let up so I finally caved in, listened, and wrote. Now, I feel like I have to continuously write more since I’m in the “zone.”
Has this ever happened to you? And to what extent?
