don’t you love this moment?
the moment the idea comes, but the realities of the work ahead of you haven’t?
Today I had an idea for a book, a nonfiction book, my first real nonfiction idea in, well, a while. Just two weeks ago I told my writing group I thought I’d be writing fiction the rest of my life after finishing my MFA manuscript I have no ideas left.
Kindly, members said, you just need to live a little more.
Ha! I guess not. I guess I am one mad, idea generating machine.
Who knows. Maybe nothing will come of this latest idea. But I do know my gut tells me to pursue it, that it could be something really great.
I love this place. I love it, I love it, I love it.
I am starting my book proposal tomorrow.