I had a dream a few weeks ago. This dream could be the beginning of the plot of one messed-up, intense, and pretty cool novel. I woke up kinda freaked out and very inspired.
I have yet to finish my 2nd novel...and the first one is chilling up there on the shelf.
The other day while doing the dishes, I was thinking about a tumultuous period in my own life. Bigger-than-life characters, unbelievable plot twists, darkness, true love, betrayal, they all jumped to my mind in an instant. I stood there kinda freaked out and very inspired.
Still haven't finished the 2nd nor the shelved.
I remember reading last year about jotting down new ideas while focusing on your current story. It warned newbies like myself not to get caught up in the 'grass is greener' mentality that comes when you're more than 3/4 of the way through your book. I understood the wisdom of it, but didn't fully understand the temptation of the shiny new story that I haven't already hacked to pieces.
A few days ago while I was wrestling with these three absolutely different (different genres, different tone, even different styles) stories that are fighting for supremacy in my mind, I realized that although I have hacked my 2nd book to death, and the wrinkles I have left are impossible to reconcile right now and I have less than 20000 words left followed by eons and eons of revision...it is the story I love the most.
It is the path of most resistance, but in the end, I will be better for following it.