And they are all talking at once, begging to be the next story I tell.
There was a time when new ideas
were few and far between for me. But the more I write the more the ideas come,
and so fast I can’t keep up with them. In fact I have a file full of potential
ideas. Some of them are nothing more than a one sentence thought: woman who
hates secrets and a man who has too many. Some of them are situations taken
from news stories: Man buys small town. Others are ‘what if’ thoughts that have
wandered through my mind: What if the hero is a minister who left the pulpit?
What if a heroine’s past finally catches up with her? What if someone finds out
she’s not who she thought she was?
So how do I choose who will be
next? Usually it’s the one that I can plot out the quickest. The story where I
know the beginning, the middle, and the end. Many ideas never develop beyond
that first sentence. Others come together easily. Each book is different.
I get excited about all my ideas.
One of the first things I do is give the hero and heroine their names and once
I do that, they are real and they get in line on the runway. I just wish I could
write faster. I’d hate to leave Grant and Avery, Jeanie and Zach, Suzanna and
Josh sitting on that runway forever.