I’ve finally gotten a great idea for a novel. I was just laying there in my bed (quite alone) and I was somewhere between haziness and a coma and the idea came to me… and I didn’t forget it when I awoke (which is what I usually do). I’m thinking about pulling a Charles Dickens and writing a potboiler over the holiday weekend to make some quick cash (not that we “artistes” write for cash).
Unfortunately, I think For the Love of Jane will have to suffer for it. Well, it isn’t like I’m Bekah… posting like clockwork: I can’t write with one eye closed, one hand tied behind my back, while studying for mid-terms. *insert jealous eye-roll here*
I’ll keep you posted.