It happened again.
The first time was on March 6, 2009. I woke up from a dream. It was wonderful and terrible. It consumed me as I lay in bed, thinking about it over and over. I relived it as I drove in to work. I pored over the details again and again while sitting at my desk. During my lunch break I began writing. I continued writing when I got home. I wrote 10,000 words that day. I wrote 10,000 words the next day as well. And the next. In fact, for 16 days I wrote 10,000 words every day. On days 17 and 18 I wrote 5,000 words each. That included editing and rewriting. After 18 days I was staring at the completed first draft of a 170,000 word novel.
Over the next few months I refined it. The book consisted of three parts - Before, College, and After. It was the story of a forbidden romance, two young people, trying not to be together. In the end...well, that's the thing. In the end, I wrote a sequel.
Two months after the herculean task of writing 170,000 words in 18 days, I wrote a 125,000 word sequel. I wrote the sequel in 6 weeks. Since then, the series has expanded into 8 books. I know! All from a dream!
Well, last night it happened again. I had another dream. Same kind of deal. I thought about it all morning. Then I jumped up and wrote the outline and notes, the basic plot and storyline. So here we go again.
The problem is I've already got plenty to do. I just started rewriting a different book...again. Plus I've got another book that I stopped halfway through the first draft to go back to a previous book. I've actually got dozens of books in outline form that I can't find the time to go back and work on. And here I am dreaming up yet another book. But this new one is so edgy, so fast paced and full of romance and thriller scenes. I can see it in my head, like a movie. I can see the different scenes playing out. I can see our main character consumed in a dangerous romance, going mad to get to the truth, and in the end, going too far.
See? Got to you, too, didn't it? I know! That's what I mean. Just like a good book that it's hard to put down, that's how I feel about writing these things. I can't put the idea down, I have to get it down on paper, then I have to refine it. But just as I'm almost done, another one comes along. I figure if I finish one novel a year, I will be done with them all when I'm 90. And that's only if I stop coming up with new ideas.