If you're a writer, then you know exactly how the above picture relates and feels. I know that I often draw inspiration from so many things around me. A conversation I'm having, a TV commercial, the way the wind blows outside, a conversation I overheard at a restaurant, an Amish buggy rolling down the highway, and yes, I see them all the time. I live in Amish Country lol.
I always have a pen and journal handy. No matter where I'm at. There is one in my truck, there is one on my headboard, I even at times carry a mini notebook in my wallet for just such occasions. You never know when a story will pop into your head. It happens to me all of the time.
The last time my muse hit me over the head, I was at a pool tournament and had to ask the bartender for a pen and paper. I jotted down the basics of my ideas, then the next day wrote out over 3000 words. It was brilliant, even with a beer haha.
Now the problem for me is, concentrating long enough to get one of those stories to completion. There are times my head just swirls with ideas, and for those of you that don't know, I also run the Virtual Book Tour Cafe'. So if I'm not thinking about books and my writing, I'm thinking of how I can make the VBTC better and more ways to market and promote others work.
I've decided to take my focus to one book, and it's probably not the one my fans wished I was working on, sorry guys, and finish it to completion. It's actully going really well, and I have to say that I am hoping to have it finished by the end of Spring. The rate I'm going, it will be a lot sooner than that.
How do you go about finishing one story before working on another? Do you often work between several books, or do you self discipline to finish one before the other?
Here's a small taste from my upcoming release - To Love A Wolf. I'm just now getting the artistic flow for the cover, so once I have that finished, I will be doing a Cover Reveal. :).
Copyright B.K. Walker
“I’ve been expecting you.” She said without looking up from her book.
I stopped, looking around thinking, hoping, maybe she was talking to someone else.
“Cevin, is it?”
I turned to face serious eyes looking through blue lenses, as she looked directly at me. I cleared my throat, nodding in agreement.
“Come. Sit.” She placed a bookmark inside the pages and set it aside. “I have been expecting you.” She said again.
“Expecting me?” I sat on the edge of her blanket.
“Yes. I knew you would be coming. Sooner or later.”
Her hair was a mass of dread locks with beads randomly placed throughout. She donned a long flowing skirt made of thin material, a tank top and thin strapped sandals on her feet. “How did you know I’d be coming?”
“That is neither here nor there. I just knew and that explanation can be left for another time.” She looked me over, sizing me up like she was seeing if she could take me should I try to assault her. “You’ve had the dream.” She wasn’t asking a question and said it matter-of-fact like.
I stared at her with a deer in the headlights look. How could she possibly know this? Did Sam already come to see her?
“Relax Cevin. I’m not going to cast any spells on you or put a voodoo hex on you. You’ve been dreaming, and even though we are not friends, we are connected. The stars have been out of alignment since the Wolf Moon. I knew it was coming.”
“What was coming?”
“Tell me of your dream.” She waited without answering my question. I told her of my dream, and she pressed for more information. I told her of the blood red silk sheets, candles, the claw and scars on my chest. I told her that the woman in my dream told me I was chosen. Unable to stop myself, I told her every single detail of my dreams. As much as I tried to keep the words from coming, they just kept pouring out the more she asked questions.
“I see.” She pulled out some cards and lay them out between us.
“You see? How can you see? It’s freaking me out and I don’t know how to explain any of it. Why do I keep dreaming of this same woman? What the hell does “Chosen” mean?” I had so many questions that I was firing at her, she didn’t even seem affected when my voice became an octave higher.
She started flipping cards over, mulling over the pictures that were on them. When I tried to speak she held her hand for me to stop. So I waited. After every card was facing up, she slowly looked up to me and the look in her eye had me holding my breath.
“Cevin. You must listen to me very carefully.” She waited for me to respond.
“The full moon is coming on Halloween night.”
“Tell me something I don’t know Sierra.” I huffed.
“Uh uh. Let me finish.” She looked at me sternly. “During the full moon, the female alpha can choose her mate.”
Copyright B.K. Walker
That was a random excerpt, and though I was going to give you the "dirty" details, haha, I thought we'd save that for a later time.
So how do you deal with it? All the ideas and finish your book?