So I wonder where creative ideas come from as a creative person. It still really baffles me.
Last night I decide I want to do some writing, so I'm listening to some music and sort of trying to get myself in a particular mind space. What I'm trying to decide is which of the two books, that I'm currently really invested in, will I work on. But what happens instead is while I'm watching a music video on Youtube I get a new story idea. This idea is just a whisper and an aesthetic. Colors and settings. Lighting and mood. A small and tenuous voice.
I tell myself no. I am not allowed to start another narrative. What I have right now in my brain is about eight different narrative voices. All separate and all unique. Four of these voices belong to one book while the remaining four belong to their own separate books.
So what happens is the voice will not get out of my head. It starts with a line, something about falling away from someone and as they recede being welcomed into a new world. Death really but in a way that's not so heavy or pretentious. This voice won't leave my head and as I sat there last night I felt almost forced to open a new clean file and to begin the narrative. I write five pages of text, find a working title that I actually enjoy and end up sniping a character name from one of the current projects that I was looking forward to using, may still use I guess.
But how does this happen? Why am I as a writer always compelled to create new characters and worlds, especially at a time when my focus is already spreading thin over the ideas I'm currently trying to nurture?
This narrative isn't going anywhere anytime soon I don't think. It's just a sketch of something, but what I know is that it won't leave my head. I will think about it. I will move it's parts around until slowly I end up building a world with lore and history and the character will present themselves to me as undeniable.
So this makes nine narrative voices.
All with histories.
All with preferences.
All with beating hearts and grasping greedy hands.
I was thinking how silly but true it is that my brain space is sort of like the Mii channel on the Wii. Little characters wandering around aimless waiting for me to pick them up and put them to use.
I know that my habitual idea creation will someday be my single greatest strength as an author, but god damned it's making this start up so slow and chaotic.
