The Sorrow of an Untold Story
The sound you’re all hearing is be swearing up a storm. I’m sure even the furthest corners of the globe can hear this stream of profanity. What’s the occasion? Another story idea.
All right, at the risk of sounding ungrateful to my inspiration-happy brain, I really didn’t need another one. I have enough. I have, in fact, more story ideas than I think I could write in a lifetime. I hate the idea that I might die one day with stories in me left untold. I hate that idea more than I can explain, though I know it’s almost guaranteed. I’ve been asked before why I push myself so hard, try to get so much done so quickly. You’ve just read the reason. All these stories and they need me to tell them. This may come across as melodramatic, but I feel like I’m their conduit to the world. I know no one will tell the story quite the way I would, even if I handed them my ideas, so it’s down to me to tell the world.
I’m sure that to some, this seems like I’m complaining about something I should be celebrating. I do celebrate, honest. I sit there and bask in the thrill of story pouring through me, both when I have a sparkly new idea and when I’m racing through the outline or first draft. It’s more that, when I look at the volume of ideas waiting their turn, I feel overwhelmed some days. All these stories, virtually none of them single volumes, and I never have enough hours to even try to keep up. Hell, I’m not sure it’s possible for me to keep up, even if I were writing full time.
I wrote this idea down, which sparked off someone’s tweet about things she found sexy. The idea of combining the art of glass-blowing with magic is spiralling out into some stunning possibilities. The main character of this one is slowly making himself known to me. He’s adorable in so many ways. I want to snuggle up with him and give him all my attention. *facepalm*
Anyone know where to find more hours? There’s no way to describe the depth of my gratitude if you can point me in the right direction.
In the meantime, I have a novella to edit. The short story for the secret project is down below the maximum word count and in the drawer until I’m done the first pass on Through Windows and Hearts. Oh, and I’m also outlining the novella I mentioned before in the Mirrors of Bershan world. And damn it, I just had another story idea. Beyond the one that started this post, I mean. GAH!!!!