So, hardly has my editor had a chance to thumb through my completed manuscript (which, despite the stormy multiple re-routings to and from Memphis, did arrive), and dear Amy Haskell et al. have retired from my frontal lobes for a relaxing vacation in my hypothalamus (at least, until I start on the sequel!), then the next set of people I’ve been sublimating decide that they’ve had quite enough waiting and start clamoring for their story.
You see, back in July, when I was about half-way through CONFESSIONS OF A (SECRET) SOCIETY GIRL, I got another one of those ephemeral new ideas. However, this one was slightly less ephemeral than SSG, which began as a dinner conversation with Sailor Boy that went like this:
Me: You know, I hate THE SKULLS. Someone should really do a book about how secret societies really are.
Him: That wouldn’t be interesting.
Well, contrary as I am, I knew it would, and set about convincing him. (He is at last, he admits, convinced.)
This book was a little bit different. I was getting ready for work and walking from the bathroom of my apartment to the kitchen, when the narrator started talking to me. Actually, she wasn’t talking to me, she was talking to someone else. But, she was talking. A lot. And the other person was arguing back. They proceeded to do this for the next half an hour, as I left my apartment, walked to the Metro, traveled to Dupont Circle, and headed to work. Eventually, I wrote down 300 words of the premise, and they shut up.
For a day and a half. (During which I met Sailor Boy for dinner and told him about this idea. He thought it sounded cool. Wonder if that’s the death knell.)
At last, frustrated I gave them an ultimatum: leave me alone while I finish this book, and I’ll do you as soon as I’m done.
They, um, took it literally. So yesterday I wrote three pages.
Somebody stop me!
September 1st, 2005 at 11:18 am
Honey, you are SO motivated. I am planning to finish edits on my latest for my agent this Monday afternoon.
Then I will proceed to spend the next entire week watching the Lost DVD series and having cake batter ice cream as a reward.
You go girl!
BTW, I hate THE SKULLS too! Can’t wait to hear what a “Real” secret society is like =)
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September 1st, 2005 at 1:14 pm
You’re insane! And I love it! Keep going…have fun with it. That’s what matters.
= )
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September 1st, 2005 at 3:15 pm
Diana,
That’s exciting! Have fun with it.
Dona,
Where do you get cake batter ice cream? I love the sound of it.
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September 1st, 2005 at 3:24 pm
Ooh, I want to watch the Lost DVD series. I need to catch up.
Right now my Netflix is devoted to Serenity.. Firefly… whatever, that sci fi show Joss Whedon did that’s going to be a movie next month.
Also, season three of West Wing.
Shut up, people inside my head. There’s TV to watch…
And yes, do tell about the cake batter.
Good luck with revisions! My editor told me she’ll call me on Tuesday re: mine.
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September 2nd, 2005 at 1:51 pm
I say ride the wave, Babe! The time fro TV will come. GO witht eh voices inteh head for now.
And uhmmm, No , I don’t always tell people to listen to those voices. *grin*
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September 3rd, 2005 at 1:33 pm
Why would we want to stop you? And you should know better than to try and stifle the muse….
Lost…mmmm fabulous. Must watch.
And I must know more of this cake batter ice cream.
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September 3rd, 2005 at 3:07 pm
crawled over here after reading (and responding to) your post on dee’s blog. okay, i’m hooked. (grin) enjoy this wave of excitement, and kudos on taking time out to commune with the muse. can’t wait to read the books.
~ sunny
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