I haven’t written since I’ve been on this trip. Yes, a real live vacation from writing. But I’ve been THINKING about writing. Can’t just turn that off.
And no, I haven’t decided to write a book about sirens. Or a man who goes to the Greek Isles and encounter sirens for himself. Or falls in love with a siren. A siren who lived off the coast of Scotland in the days of King Arthur but retired and moved to sunnier lands.
Or even a book about roaches.
What I’ve been thinking about is writing something more serious. Yes, I know. Last time I tried that, I crashed and burned. But the idea keeps coming back. As well as the character, who is fundamentally a more serious character. Seems she wants to have her story told.
She is disfigured from a car wreck. So she hides behind a mask of humor, but there is an underlying edge to it.
Last time I tried it, I got too serious myself.