Been spending most of the day jotting down ideas for various short stories. Millions of ideas racing back and forth through my head throughout the day, all of them are starting to mesh together. That's a problem I always have: trying to tackle too many things at once. I will start the ideas for one story, and, from that idea, get a good idea for another story, and start working on that, and the process continues until I'm so far from the beginning root idea, I feel lost. At times, that is sort of a euphoric feeling. Coming up with an idea that makes me say "Wow, I came up with that?" is such a sense of accomplishment.
My pride shoots through the roof. The end game of the idea is me trying to imagine what a reader would experience when reading it. The genuine sense of shock is always something to look forward to. As I read, I love being surprised. Since I write, when I read, I catch myself coming up with outcomes in stories, and get bored fairly quick when I am correct.
Getting to be close to dinner time, so as the day winds down, it's nice to just put on some music and wind down into night time.
Song of the day:
