The Raging Fire In My Head
Wow, and I thought today would be a nice, quiet day of laundry and editing. How wrong we are when we wake up and make assumptions about the day to follow.
Oh my god, I can’t even tell you… I… Wow. Cayle. Thank you.
You know, I’m reading that and I suspect it makes no sense to anyone other than me, so let me explain. No, that would take too long, let me sum up. (That one’s for SJ, she knows why, also for everyone else who gets the reference.)
So, this morning, I woke up, lazed around and surfed in bed (yay laptops and wifi), then got up to make coffee. Entirely normal, and as I said, I thought I knew what would follow. Then something happened I’ve practically been begging for for months. Cayle, the main character of my Masques project, started whispering. Or maybe it was more like shouting. Suddenly I had ALL the ideas. I mean, seriously, a river of thoughts and fire and amazement flowing through my brain. It’s sort of still going, and that which is in the river is AMAZING!!!!!! Yes, that did deserve all those exclamation marks. Remember me complaining that he was being uncooperative and that it served me right for creating a society where all the important people wear masks? Yeah, I’m getting to see behind his now, he’s letting me see. OMG, totally awesome. Seriously… I just… No freaking words for how awesome this is looking now. And ambitious. Another ambitious idea.
But I like the ambitious ideas, I have to say, because it means I’ll be pushing myself as a writer, forcing myself to grow, to rise to the challenge, and I think that’s always a good thing. To me, every project should push a little further than the one before it. In some ways, that’s the beauty of the trilogy for me as a writer. Not that I have more space, or that if it’s good it sells more (debatable if you ask me). It’s that each book should push a little further, building to a climax worthy of reading 3 books. So should the projects be, and they’re looking like it so far. Seriously, it’s going to be hard to put Masques on hold for anything now. I’m starting to think Cayle busted out like this simply because I’m so close to the end of writing Necromantic. Reah won’t like that, as Spire of Time is slated to be my next project, but maybe I can get Cayle to be patient long enough to get through that one, if only so Reah doesn’t kill me. They’re both intoxicating in their possibilities, so it’s hard to choose.
So yeah, this morning has seen me dive for my Notes app twice in the middle of making coffee. Yes, it’s been that good, that worth it. I suspect that you’re going to hear more about Masques in the near future, if Cayle continues to be this cooperative, and my sense is that he’s done being the quiet, mysterious type.
Oh, and before I go, I managed to edit 3.5 chapters yesterday of Where The Ether Flows, and will be working on that today (yes, Cayle, you have to share my brain with Devan still), starting at Chapter 7 this morning (of 24, for those keeping track). We’ll see how far we get today. I need more time for all of this. I need to learn to live without sleep, or win the lottery, or something, anything so I can write more hours of the day. The stories demand it.