WIP inspiration. Can I tell you a secret, Tumblr? I started working on a new story, and it’s not the sequel to Black is the Color.* It’s not even YA! I’m about 4,000 words into it, and while it’s still a little too early to talk about it (you should have seen Jules’ face when I was trying to tell her the basic gist—I’m pretty sure there’s nothing more excruciatingly boring than sitting there while a writer tries to verbally work through a plot), I will say that I do love it down to its strange little bones. It’s the rare kind of story where the pieces just sort of came to me already fitting together, and all of the funny little details about the characters’ lives and family just sort of float out into words without much conscious thought to them. (I actually find this a little eerie, because it feels like I know the characters as real people.) Whenever I would stop and think, “No, this doesn’t make sense” or, “No, this can’t work because of x/y/z,” almost immediately I would have the right answer to explain things away, or the “oh, duh!” solution. If you write, you know how rare that feeling is, and why you have to cling to it for dear life when you do have it.
I will admit that I’m worried about what people will think of it. It has quite a bit of dark humor, and the subject matter can be a little polarizing. I’m hoping to send my agent a proposal for it by December, and I’m also hoping she’s not going to turn around and be like, “Oh, honey, no…”
Also, I never thought I would top the perfection of Chubs’ real name, but Prosperity Oceanus White is so horrifically wonderful that it’s set a new standard of character naming for me.
* I am, in theory, working on this, too.