brain full = never bored
June 8, 2012
My brain is full all the time. It’s both a good thing and a bad thing. Remember all that stuff I talked about wanting to write? It’s all in my head pretty much all the time. The ideas rotate around, but they’re always there. This is one of the reasons writers get baffled by the “where do you get your ideas” question. Because most of us will never have time work on all the ideas we have. We will die with hundreds of unwritten ideas in our brains, and it drives us crazy. But it’s also awesome, because it means we’re never ever bored.
(If you ever see me sitting somewhere, staring off into space, please don’t ask, “Is something wrong? You look so sad!” Because nothing is wrong. I’m just thinking about stories.)
Every time I go on a hike in places like this, I think about my subversive epic fantasy:
Magic, isn’t it? I can think of exactly what scenes I’d set here. I think about how to describe that amazing quality of light. I could sit there for hours, telling myself stories.
I have a folder of music called “space opera,” where I’ve stuck a bunch of songs that make me think of the space opera I want to write. (Not the YA space opera, the other one. You see how this can get out of hand?) The trouble with that is, every time I hear one of those songs in any other context, I want to work on the space opera.
It’s totally out of control. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m never bored.