Some days I can't seem to string two thoughts together. Not because I can't think of anything to write about, it's just the opposite. There are way to many stories in my head, all jostling for position.
I have notes all over the place, on my phone, sticky notes on my laptop, wall and calendar. A pink recipe box filled with index cards. I even actually put them in a file sometimes. Some are short sentences about a story in progress. Some are detailed plot ideas. I even pick out names I like and then dream up a character to go with them.
At times they are well behaved characters, waiting patiently for their turn. I like that, when the are well-mannered and polite. Makes me feel like I brought my fledgling ideas up right. Unfortunately, this is the exception and not the rule. Most of the time it's more like this.
I once told my boss that if he could spend an hour in my head, he would run screaming from the building. I wasn't kidding.
Here's the short version of what's going on in there today.
Callie Mae and Morgan (Callie Mae and the Marine) are wanting to get busy.
Mead is waiting for surgery.
Lily is plotting on how to get the girls out of town.
Dr. Brubaker is wishing he'd spanked Jane.
Jane is wishing she'd kicked the good doctor.
Marshall Hank is thinking he needs an easier job.
Annalise is wondering if...
Well, you get the idea.
Cherry Calhoun, owner of Baby Cakes (The Trouble With Abby) is Googling the 'Bobby Guard' who finally showed up to claim his date with the bodacious redhead. It seems he was off recovering a runaway bride in another book (Sugar Babies. Inc.) Yeah, I know. Small world, right?
In a WIP, my heroine is just getting ready to hand in a review of her boss's daughter's play. Too bad she got spanked during intermission by a total stranger for disturbing the entire audience with her laughing and texting. Too bad she didn't actually see the play and too bad the stranger is her boss's brother. Sucks to be her.
In another WIP my hunky rancher opens the door to find a young woman with a three week old child, his. His mother is delighted to see that her hard working, hard drinking son finally got caught.
In my paranormal WIP, my heroine is getting pretty frustrated with the man she's trying to grant wishes for and...
Okay, enough, you get the picture. So how do I choose? This always gets me.
I like this too, when they're all sorry for driving me crazy.
Oh, I'm such a soft touch, sigh. Okay, Miss Calhoun, but you might find out more than you wanted to know about the Bobby guard. Chadwick W. Fenton, C.W. to his friends, doesn't fall easily, but when he does he's pretty hard to get rid of. Better think it over.
So, it's been nice chatting. If you all think I'm a little 'too' crazy, I'll understand, but if I know you, don't be surprised if you end up in a story. My characters are pretty protective, lol.