A little peak into my writing mind…
I’m working on a WIP, and a new idea comes to me. I sat it to the side knowing I’d come back to it. A few weeks later, I came back to it. I looked around through all of my mental files, moving mental piles from one place to the other. I know a file is missing. I am sure. I sat it in the corner of my mental desk. I was sure the faceless form of a character waiting to be, sat in the corner of my mental living room, too shy to join the other characters there.
I sighed, plopped myself down beside my first character. They all seemed nervous. Not one of the dozen there wanted to chat. I said bye and walked from the room. Something wasn’t right.
I now think they got rid of that new idea. I can imagine a few saying, “We had, to get it out of here. It freaks me out!”