Every time I write something, I wonder if this is it. What if I run out of writing? I know it won’t happen, but the question is always there. It’s been especially present lately. I know I’ll go back and do another draft or two of Long in a few weeks, but what if I run out of writing while I have strong motivation to write? That would suck.
But, today in my exhausted stupor, the wheels started to turn. I don’t know where I’m headed yet, but I think the next project is going to be something surreal, and more plot driven. I am reminded of a story I started about ten years ago after I read The Fermata; it was a story about a woman who wakes up one morning with male stuff, and it was, of course, incredibly detailed. I’ve also been thinking about a story I read around the same time about a mysterious, but ultimately honest business called “Girlfriend Express.” Maybe I’ll finally work through my idea for Rent-A-Spouse. I don’t know, but it is at least nice to know that I am headed… somewhere.
