An Idea is Born

I don't know how other writers begin a WIP. Well... clearly they begin with an idea. The plotters sit down and plot it out. The pantsers begin writing. As you know, I'm a pantser, but I think even for a pantser... I'm pantsy. No. Really. Not only do I not plan things ahead, I throw things in without even knowing what they mean.

This morning, I woke up with an idea... Last night, I was rereading a romance set in regency times... (sue me... I'm a girl... I read these things...) and they were listing off how many servants worked at this Duke's mansion and I realized that you rarely read the stories about these hundreds of other people in the story. His primary residence had a hundred servants in this story. When you couple that with the fact that I've recently realized how few dukes there really were during that time... Why do the dukes get the stories? It's not fair. What about the scullery maids? How about the grooms in the stables? Did they not have interesting stories? Crap, there were all these invisible people with lives that just didn't matter because they weren't one of the few dukes around.

An idea is born.

My ideas walk in fully-fleshed with even strange little details that I have no clue what they mean and that's how they start. I type them out of my head and, if I'm lucky, they'll leave me alone and I can go back to working on whatever I'm working on... or... not. Or the next scene drops into my head.

Since I'm probably doing a lousy job explaining it, why don't I just show you. Here is this morning's idea in rough draft form and it would be like a "prologue" to a four part anthology of novellas. (Yes, oy... exactly.) This is how my ideas are born... screaming and ready to keep me up at night. (BTW... I have no idea what the ogre or the whispering ring have to do with anything... therein lies a tale apparently. I'll know when I get there.)

I believe the title of this is "Off the Page" but I'm not sure. Anyway, here it is--and it's rough:

Of Note:

In the world of fairy tales the word “only” is thrown around cavalierly. She was an only child. The only entrance was through the tower’s window. The only way to break the spell was true love’s kiss. He was the king’s only son and heir to the kingdom. Only. Only. Only. Only.

Only… that’s not true.

There were other stories. There were stories that were, how shall we say it… off the page.

Dear reader, what would you think if I told you that Cinderella was not truly an only child even before her horrid stepsisters came to stay? People were not as cold-blooded as when they lay flat on the page for your perusal. Before Cinderella was even a thought, there was a baby boy born to her mother. The midwife said the child did not live the night. The midwife lied.

What would you think if I related the tale of the other way into the tower and told you that Rapunzel was not the only one who’d been held captive there? Why do you think the tower was originally built? Surely you didn’t imagine that the witch just happened to have a tower laying around that would work perfectly. Besides, hadn’t you reasoned out that it must have taken quite a while for Rapunzel’s hair to grow long enough to use for a rope? The window was not the only way.

Thankfully, true love’s kiss was not the only way to break the spell. Magic is far more flexible than that! If you waited around for that, you’d either be stuck with a load of dwarves or in a castle sleeping for a hundred years. What a misery! How unimaginative! Also a love that shallow wouldn’t last much beyond that kiss. No, it was not the only way. Anyone who knows a shred about either magic or love must realize that.

While I won’t deny that princes weren’t littering the ground, it should strike you as slightly perverse that there seems to be only one of them per royal family. Well… only one of them whom they talk about.

Dear reader, imagine the possibilities if you knew the stories off the page. Imagine if there were no onlys. Entire worlds would open up. You’d find out about the ogre and the whispering ring. You’d know that Cinderella’s brother sent the fairy godmother in the first place. You’d realize that you’ve been as trapped in a tower as a certain long-haired princess when, in reality, if you only knew where to look… you could rescue yourself.

There are no onlys and once you know that… you’re ready to journey off the page.

And the pants come off...

For those not writerly, there are two common styles of writing: Pantsing and Plotting. A pantser, which I am, writes by the seat of their pants with very little pre-planning and it just... works. (I'm always a little shocked at how well it works out confidentially.) Suddenly, it's on the page and I'm like "boo-yah!" However, my mom asked me to go back to working on Honor Seven and... in light of yesterday's realization... I thought it sounded fun. Luckily, I have some wonderful and detailed notes about my plans for when I got sucked into something else back in January.

*snort laughs*

Yeah. Some of you may vaguely remember these notes from January. If not, here they are:

Connection to Ares important/Priest important/"Water is drugged" "You need to live."/Thor's backstory should come in/Island--find that island again/Not a hag--get rid of hag stuff/Mutus Liber/raising dead mentioned in book five/six days/Druids/Zombies/Honor targeted due to dreams/looking at boat at Locks/Refocus on date/"I've tasted that. I nearly would have rather died," Clooney said./Elixir of Eternal Death/Some islands might have Rogues on them--eating salmon/Why did Archer get left behind? You left him behind in Clooney's scene/Figure out the passage of time business--find a way or reason to speed up time/Honor dreaming of watching Reeve fight/Reeve has first dream/Motive behind abduction not entirely evil/leave open-ended for eight/Leave Honor behind/prison should not have earth in it--maybe cement or metal/basement/bathroom--just because otherwise that's gross/Ares being a dark magi will require re-explanation of that/You have Merlin, but maybe Gandalf would be better/Guerdon?/Make sure to disarm Honor--twice over because of other weapon/Get Faith a Tuck/she gets away--she? Probably/explain princess Diana's absence/If they have Rogues--they might have Shifts/Who or what are they fighting before Clooney's scene/end on dream or Christmas/mistletoe should keep coming up--wiki it/go back through notes for that one thing that you starred that you thought was cool--whatever it was.

Let's just pull out a few notes to examine shall we....

"Figure out the passage of time business--find a way or reason to speed up time." I believe, I'm referring to how long Honor and Reeve can be separated before blood sickness sets in... or... maybe I'm referring to time travel. If time travel... cool.

Wait... there is more:

"Basement/bathroom--just because otherwise that's gross." Knowing my mind as well as I do--sadly, I got this one. I need to make sure Honor is trapped in a room with a bathroom. (Kidnapping facilities need to have indoor plumbing--always.)

"Make sure to disarm Honor twice over because of other weapon." Actually, knowing Honor, they'll have to do a thorough search... so that's not a big deal.

Okay, this one made me laugh out loud:

"Some islands might have Rogues on them--eating salmon." But of course!!!! The diet of the Rogues... on the islands... because... that's a vital clue. (No, I don't know why I mentioned it either. Rogues are vampires living outside of the Sovereignty that are cannibals for the most part... unless they favor a more Mediterranean diet high in seafood... apparently.)

At least I finished with some solid explanation of what I meant: I'm to go back through my notes to find that one thing I "thought was cool... whatever it was." Ahhhh yes. That ONE thing. Not... the other thing... the ONE thing.

*Brain explodes*

And... this... little Timmy is the reason you always, always, always wear pants.

I did finish a novella over the weekend. It's good. I reread and revised it last night. I dug it. I'm not sure what I'll do with it. I'm looking at some epublishers. We'll see. I'm doing the same in regards to some of my short stories. So, yeah... I'll need to get back to trying to figure out what I meant when I said what I did and it didn't mean anything.

Oh, also, no pirate-style self-rejection yet. I think I'll post it if I haven't heard back at three months.

I'm going to go find some pants to put on... that make sense.