I'm in the throes of love. New, sparkly, tickle your toes kind of love.
I've got a new novel spewing out. And, I'm kind of excited about it. Can you tell?
It's like nothing I've ever written. It's for a youngish middle-grade reader, and so far, it isn't headed toward the dark side (which I've discovered is an unsettling tendency that I have as a writer--death, poison, danger . . .). It feels cute, fresh and fun--and it's flowing. All I really have right now are a few characters with whom I am fascinated. A general idea of how to solve the main conflict--whatever that conflict is going to end up being . . . who knows?
But, right now, I'm in the stage of letting these weird little characters take me wherever they want, and I'm not letting that critic's voice in at all. Not yet.
I love this phase of the whole process. I'm scribbling down notes in the carpool line--man, I've got to get an actual notebook to carry around with me because I'm running out of gas station receipts.
I've still got major revisions and brainstorming to do on some of my other works. But, right now, I'll just see where this goes (if anywhere). Anybody else out there in a new relationship?