Every now and then this happens, and really hate when it does. I call it writer’s ADD. It’s that time when in the middle of writing one book another idea embeds itself into my mind. It doesn’t always happen while I am writing, today it occurred during my drive home from work (I decided not to spend the entire day at work by the way, so I can come home to my beautiful daughter). So there I was sitting on the horrible intersection at Hesperia Rd and whatever intersects Victor Valley Community Hospital, at a four way intersection. This is one of those busy interections with a four way stop, and inevitably all four cars come to the stop at the same time, so nobody knows who goes first, and you end up sitting there for five hundred hours doing the stop and go thing…same as all the other cars. I usually put my hand over eyes so people know I’m not going into the intersection, though I feel that some people think I’m just being so defensive that they think I am going to be that kamikaze driver who pulls through with her eyes closed, thusly making all other motorists stop. It’s a brave idea, but far too brave for me.
What’s the point of my four point intersection story? The point is that in the middle of my internal dialogue between characters on the story I am working on, and while hiding behind my hands at the intersection, this new Hunter Hays song started playing on my satellite radio and in the middle of the hustle and bustle the characters arguing in my head fell into an entirely different story line. I don’t even know how it happened, but they were, falling into some new sorted plot about people who can’t live without each other. Now, I think it had to do with the words of the song, mainly, but when I started developing the plot further I thought, “Wow! Very uniquely Benjamin Button.” Of course it has nothing to do with, “The Curious CAse of Benjamin Button,” but it did have that oddly, “what if,” type of feel. Not quite science fiction, not quite general fiction but some beautiful medley of the impossible being met with a, “perhaps.” Okay, so it is very difficult explain, but something worth taking a gander at.
Now this why I have taken years to finish a book. because in the middle of one novel idea comes something even more grandiose and wonderful, which makes me want to ditch my current project to take on the better idea. The current idea. the fresh and inspiring idea. Darn you creatively ADD mind for finding inspiration in even the smallest of things, like an intersection with some country song playing on the radio. So, what I have to do is come home and type the idea in a very skeletoned state just so I remember the premise of the idea, so I can get back to it. Except these characters seem to have very alpha personalities and are quickly out shining my current, amazing characters. What a tangled web my mind weaves. I mean if my thoughts were spider webs, my mind would look like Disneyland’s Haunted Mansion complete with spider webs, cob webs, and dust bunnies, not to mention strange voices erupting from dark places. Its all so very macbre and Hitchcock-ish…but I do cherish every sinister moment of the tangled webs.