The Way Stories Come

Like I’ve said, my stories dump on me like a large pile of jigsaw puzzle pieces which must then put together with no finished picture to go by.  Also, there are tons of extras.

But, how does the dumping start?  Bunch of different ways.

Just yesterday, I was intrigued by the idea of a man falling in love with a woman without realizing it because he’s very visual when attracted to women, but he’s never actually seen this woman.  I haven’t figured out how that’s going to work yet.  That’s as far as I got.

Because sometimes it happens almost instantly and sometimes it takes years.

Like there’s this one character who’s been hanging out in the back of my imagination for about four years now.  And he just got a plot and a leading lady a few months ago.  Poor guy.

And sometimes I’ll be happily writing along and another story will just jump out, leapfrog, and take over.  I try my best not to let that happen, because it’s difficult to finish anything.

I suspect what happens is these stories brew in my subconscious mind for a long time.  Some of them I become aware of right away and others just kinda hang out and enjoy the coffee.