2000-12-29 - 17:32:13
I wish I was home, sitting at my typewriter ...

*blink*

The oddest thing happened this morning. I was sitting in my car, thinking of nothing in particular, driving off to do the daily mail run for my office, when a sentence popped into my head:

"Your bards sing of depression and violence. What do you expect?"

It doesn't make too much sense, written like that, and doesn't sound that important. In fact, it probably came about because I was pondering yesterday what sort of character to create on EverQuest, and the bard-who-sings-magic-songs character is quite appealing. But there's more.

As I sat, wrinkling my brow over that thought, a scene wavered into being in my mind, all in one piece. The speaker was a man who looked a bit like my Barbarian Lamp, but dressed in a sweater and khakis; his eyes were blue, and he looked slightly misdressed and out of place in the wood-panelled, book-filled study he stood in. Across from him, sitting in an old velvet-padded chair, looking vaguely lost and perplexed, a girl about my age. Shorter, more petite, redder hair, greener eyes.

Hmmm, I thought. I sense a story here.

And then, a la urban fantasy, a history began to seep into my mind, of just who the man was, what he was doing, why the girl was in his office, grand movements going on in the modern world that most people aren't aware of, etcetera, etcetera.

Poof, just like that, I have a whole NEW story idea waiting to spill from my fingertips. The first modern tale I've been really interested in writing. I'm not going to detail everything, because I won't turn it into a novel until I'm done with the one I'm working on, and because I don't really trust in this whole "everything you write on your website is copyrighted" theory.

But, you say, why do you think this is a novel-in-waiting? Because it struck me all at once, and it has that "compelling" feel to it that has accompanied many other important things in my life. I've heard from the "if you don't write it down it didn't happen" school of thought, and also the "try to forget it, then if you remember it it's important" sisterhood ... and I think my truth is somewhere in the middle. Ideas fly by all the time. But the compelling ones, are worth writing down, just in case they get crowded out of my mind by other happenings of the day.

Now I probably seem silly and slightly nuts. Oh well. This diary site is for me, unvarnished and in my chaotic glory.