It hit me in the middle of my hot yoga class this morning at 6:00 AM. An idea, perhaps the idea, for my next novel or series. I let it roll around in my head the entire 90 minutes, not wanting to pay too close attention, afraid it might notice and skitter away like a frightened squirrel (or cockroach?). By the end of class it was comfortable with me and didn’t seem to be in a hurry to go anywhere. As soon as I could get my fingers on a keyboard, I started putting it on paper. Just a few lines of text to jog my memory and stir up what I felt. There’s still a lot to flesh out, and it’s going to force me to do some research way outside of my comfort zone. I’ll keep nurturing it and playing with it as I finish up rewrites of the series of novels currently on my plate. It should be a good diversion.
For me, ideas come when my mind is relaxed. Just as I’m drifting off to sleep. Early in the morning when I’m still groggy. I’m learning to just let them flow, not try to force them into any particular shape, not categorize or judge them. The key is to open yourself to them, observe them as if they are independent entities (maybe they are!) and make friends.
Now back to my new story outline. I just had another idea!