>I have a story I’ve been telling for a very long time. In its first incarnation, it was actually a Vampire Hunter D fanfic, although I didn’t know what fanfic was at the time. Complete with a pretty blatant mary sue self insert in the classic sense. 🙂
If I get a few character ideas, a few plot bunnies, the occasional odd plot point… I win. Usually in record time. (Current record is 10 days. I do not recommend it. I had my wrist in a splint for weeks.)
I sorta want to plan, but I’m currently working on a novel that’s been around forever. I want to continue with it, I don’t want to lose it. I’m in love with these characters, with this story.
I think I may do something with last year’s steampunk characters… the story fell flat. They were good characters, but I did not have them in the right story, I’m afraid. Happens from time to time.
I think I may do something new. To keep me in this world, and not too far in the future, I may work on the sequel. It’s actually written with my MC’s children (Albino twins. I KNOW, I know… they probably won’t stay that way, but in all fairness, I was 17 when I came up with the idea.)
I’ve got a few title ideas: The current one: Spirit of the Hunt. The sequel: Scion of the Hunt or maybe Song of the Hunt.
I promise. No violent rape scenes like in 2007.
>A trip to the ER, a positive pregnancy test, and a vacation later…
I’m here. 🙂
Last night I had a dream. I dreamed of a military group, underground, complete with barracks. A resistance, but with a full army at the ready.
I’m not sure what they’re fighting, or why, or what they’re going to do. I know there is a white woman and a black man, and she is rewarded with a command and him as second in command so they can have private time together thanks to an extreme act of heroism/sacrifice. (Holy runon sentence, batman!)
I realized that this is my childhood tale of the Wildcats, a silly little story of an orphan who discovers a massive underground military society in the woods behind her orphanage. The man she eventually fell in love with was named Leapard (and I deliberately misspelled it, thinking it was cool.)
It was a silly story, but there’s a grain of potential there. I think that with some polished steel, airships, space capability and advanced computers, I could make a decent sci-fi out of it. I’m going to have to work hard to keep it from becoming romnace-ish. The relationship isn’t the point, it’s simply just a part of the story. I also vow to have more than two characters. With a facility as large as the one I dreamed of last night, there HAS to be more.
>Had a fascinating dream last night that gave me the change in story direction I needed to get Hacker Dragon back on track. I was writing, but it was slow as molasses… and then I came up with the next twist to get it moving again.
I get a lot of material from dreams. I have very brilliant, colorful, vivid dreams. Sometimes very strange ones, at that. I’ve got another tale in the works, a seed of an idea that is germinating as we speak. It came straight out of a very bizarre dream involving a blue dragon, hiding in a mudslide, and a strange post-war environment of refugees. I’ve now got a tale in my head that tells the story of an amnesiac sniper who must discover his identity… all the while he is now working against the people he used to work for.
I don’t know where it’s going, but I do know what the final confrontation will look like.
Dreams are a fertile source of ideas for me. I was trained very early in life to remember my dreams, and I’ve gotten quite good at it. I usually lose a little of the “feel” of a dream, but I do remember most of them. Enough to build my stories on. I also tend to work out nasty plot knots as I lie in bed, trying to fall asleep. Given that it generally takes me at least an hour to fall asleep (sometimes longer), that’s usually a lot of very focused concentration. Which usually leads to more dreams, more ideas, and I literally work out my novel’s problems while I dream.
It’s a good system, and works for me.