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.