Sometimes, it really is like a satisfying clink in your head, when the light switches brightly on and you have a tremendous, magnificent, wonderful, exciting new idea.
At least, caught in the throes of that excitement, you feel it's tremendous, magnificent, wonderful. Whether or not other people will... well, that's another story. Still, you'll never know until you try writing it, will you? Which is exactly what I'm going to do. While I force ECHOES-2 into the corner of my head, where Echo and its other characters will continue to converse, argue and frolic furiously, and my other projects continue at their own erratic pace, I hope to start this. Something completely new.
It was inspired, ironically, by that 'first line' thing I talked about a while ago, which, in turn, was inspired by something else. My determination to start a novel with the line I sat down to tea with Death, Desire and Rage led to this.
Imagine a woman in her thirties, confined to a wheelchair with one misshapen foot, confined to her home, waiting for her lover to come back to her. He went away twenty years ago, but he left her three protectors: sober Death, compassionate, lively Desire and high-spirited Rage, three guardians who seem slightly out of the ordinary.
And so she waits, while around her the world and life blazes furiously on, and she watches it, standing outside of it, waiting.
That's all I've imagined so far, along with a few other characters. Any suggestions for a loose filler title based on the above?
Update on ECHOES: Well, I've mentioned that an agent had been looking at the first 50 pages. Well, she emailed yesterday to ask for the full thing. I'm so excited.