I’ve reached one of these rare occasions when all of my writing is finished. Very strange indeed.
I typically am in the midst of many writing jobs, which constantly are vying for position, nudging each other out of the way as if to get my attention. And then suddenly, everything is finished.
I’ve been writing a musical for months. On Saturday I finished it with my team. It’s title is “Boardwalk Melody.”
My hometown newspaper, The Butler Eagle, asked me to write a short Christmas story for them. I finished it yesterday. It’s entitled “The Angel on the Courthouse.”
Now what’s a writer to do? Time to start on something else, but what?
Here’s my options:
1) Novel #4. I wrote chapter one for it at the end of the summer (2000 or so words). I could pick up that one. However …
2) Novel #5 – or at least the idea for novel #5 has intrigued me over the last couple of months. I might just bring this one to the top of the line … However …
3) I have another idea for a mini-musical that I want to write … However …
4) the art teacher at my school asked me to write some short dramatic sketches to go with a replica of the Sistine Chapel that they are creating. I could start working on that. However …
5) there possibly might be something else to work on that I haven’t even thought of.
The point is this: creativity never ends. Isn’t that a beautiful concept? No matter how many stories and characters and scenes and ideas have been written, there is always room for one more … or a thousand more because the human mind is a beautiful instrument capable of ideas far beyond what can be thought in just one day. So as the calendar continues to turn, likewise, the ideas continue to come and the few minutes we have are not nearly enough to write everything we want.
So a writer can only do one thing. Pick one idea, and start writing.
I wonder where I will begin.