I've been on vacation this last week. I didn't write, I didn't diet. I didn't do much of anything strenuous, which was perfect. Just before we left, I had a manicure. My hands looked great. Pretty polish, perfect length on my nails, just delightful and quite unusual for me with an active lifestyle including dogs and lets-play-baseball-and-chase-sons. I was thrilled. So, I'll ask you, have you ever broken a nail just when you thought they were the perfect length, looked great and actually looked like you intended them to? Yep, did that. Unlike acrylics, if your natural nails break, you can't (alas) just run by the nail shop and fix it. Darn it. I can't stand it to have my nails all different lengths, and I broke this one off to the quick. Ouch. So they all had to go much shorter. A whole different direction...
Yeah, this really does tie back to writing. Grin. I'm currently immersed in two works-in-process (WIPs) which are totally different. So far, I don't know if my editor would be interested in either of them for book two of my contract. One of them is out, I know, because its a paranormal. The other could be, but...who knows?
So I got this idea. Big idea. Great plot unfolding in my brain just as I woke up. Woo-hoo, thought I. Coool! So as my husband drove us home from our vacation, I made notes. As I drove the last bit, I made mental notes. I hurriedly scribbled the mental notes down as soon as we got home, before I even helped unload the car. Wonderful, I thought. Maybe THIS would be a good second book.
This morning, I excitedly read over all the notes, took them forward a bit more and realized...melodramatic music here...that the plot wouldn't work. I felt like I'd broken that pretty, polished, feminine nail all over again. Drat. Grrrr. Back to the drawing board and the WIPs. I'm not a plotter, and I'm not really a "pantser" either. I'm more of a plotzer. (Sounds like an exotic dog breed, doesn't it?) So I know both the WIPs will work because I know how they end, even if I don't know all the steps in between. Couldn't see an end to this really cool plot. Still can't. I'm going to keep working and hoping that if I let it percolate long enough, this fabulous idea will suddenly twist around in my brain in some believable way so I can write it.
Until then, I've taken off the polish, filed the nails and am back at the keyboard. Have you ever had one of those great ideas that fizzled on you? How did you cope? Did it ever spring back, full blown and work out? I'd love to hear about it. Even if you broke a nail over it... Grins.