I stand at the precipice of another book. Each one is a bit different than the last. I look out on a new landscape, fresh to my eye, eager for it to capture my imagination. I’m not ready to start writing. Not yet. The giddiness of the beginning for me starts with the blank slate, waiting to be filled. Ok, so I have a short synopsis that I pitched oh so many months ago, but it is so far removed from me now that looking at it is like seeing the idea again for the first time.
To fill my blank pages with characters and story requires both research time and thinking time, the kind of work that is hard to quantify but so necessary to the finished product. I get to let my mind play, explore the possibilities, see what I can find as I dig. And that is why I’m excited. You never know what will emerge.