I was toying with a silly idea a few weeks ago, and started clacking away on my keyboard. At first I thought it might be a fun 500 word blog, or a start on a little essay to store away and forget. However, for some silly reason, I looked at it, read it, and then decided to re-write it in the third person.
Don’t even bother to ask why I did that. I do silly things like that very often. I even fell over a silly name to give my character. So after -re-writhing it, I started to add, play and develop more very silly ideas. Now, some weeks later it has developed into a work in progress novel. No planning. No carefully crafted synopsis. No research. Nothing. Just vomiting words out through my fingers and seeing where it takes me. At a couple of junctures, I have had to stop and think.
What the hell happens now? But after a beer or dinner or a good night’s sleep, something pops into my head, and away I go again. I have no idea where this story is going to take me. At the stage I am at, I don’t even know if I am ten percent or eighty percent through the story. As for an ending? Well, that is still a mystery. I have no idea whatsoever of how it will end. Should it happen that I do find an ending, it may well eventuate into a new novel. I’ll keep you posted.