My Imaginary Friends

I do plot stories out.

This goes against what writers are taught.  The ideas come to me.  Or, rather, the people do.  Usually it is just a scene.  I'll think on it and soon the characters start speaking, telling me about themselves.

Sounds great, huh?  20 years ago, I had some way to control the traffic.  Few were allowed in until I was finished with the current story.  I have no clue how I did that.

When I decided to start writing again, I thought I would work on the 10+ awesome books I have written in my head the past 20 years.  They are 90% complete, with a great cast.  Now, as new ideas come flooding in, I am worried that I will die before I get them all down.  I am in my late 40s after all.

But then I woke up one day with an idea that just would not leave.  And it was Victorian!  I barely read historicals!  WTF was going on?

Now that I am back, deep into the world of Agnes and Dominic, I get another great idea.  I even scribbled 2 pages of important info down at work yesterday.  But it has to wait.

I just wish my imaginary friends were more patient and could wait their turn.