It’s a week until Julnowrimo and I’m still not sure if I even have an idea to write about. Well, I had an idea. I even had the plot sketched out lightly. But I’m not sure I want to write about it right now. Currently, I have a character in mind who is just begging for a story. But I cannot just put the character in with the plot that I had recently sketched out. Because if I wanted to stay true to the character, things would be over by the end of chapter three–if that–in one big and literal gory mess.
I have no shortage of ideas, which I suppose shouldn’t be a problem. The problem is picking which one I want to do. The easiest thing to do is to choose one randomly and stick to it. But that method doesn’t give me any enthusiasm. I don’t write for a living so I can’t just plow through things because it’s something I have to do whether I like it or not. I do this because it’s a hobby (a compulsive hobby, but a hobby nonetheless) and it’s something I like doing for fun in my spare time. So it’s a no brainer that I would want to write about an idea that I find exciting.
Back in 2004, when I first attempted to write a novel in the month of July, the genre I chose was the fantasy western. I have a yen to revisit the genre in the coming month. The character with my attention right now would fit in very easily. I can already picture the fight scenes. But where’s the plot? I’m sorely tempted to borrow one or two from a spaghetti western.