Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Sometimes, You Just Can’t Help It

To be cliché, I’ve been writing up a storm—even during a storm.  Pages of edge to edge ink have been stacking quickly atop my manuscript pile.  My pen only paused to do some research and take a few notes.  Whispers (The World In-between, book 4) is coming along well.  These last few scenes I’ve been writing are so much fun.

I typically write Whispers, as well as others, far from the distraction of my computer.  When I’m sitting in front of the keyboard, I type.  Supposedly, typing the piles of pages that form my manuscripts.  However, I recently opened a new file.  And, I began to type something different.

I couldn’t help myself.  The idea just came to me.  It’s going to be a science fiction short story for the anthology Across the Kármán Line.  I wasn’t going to write a story for it.  I told myself I didn’t have the time.  I have other books to finish.

But, here I am.  Writing a story I wasn’t going to write directly on the computer where I don’t write stories.

The tentative title may change at some point.  The female main character has a mysterious past that she’d rather keep in the past.  She wants to achieve her derailed dream any way she can.  If it means turning in or teaming up with the male main character, then she’ll do it—as long as it gets her into space.

At the rate I’m going, I’ll hit the 10,000 word upper limit soon.  Typing a story directly takes me a tad longer than scribbling on paper, but I’m up for the creative challenge.  Because, sometimes, I just can’t help it.