Do you ever wish you weren’t as creative as you are?

LOL, crazy I know, but then I wouldn’t get new story ideas as often.  Actually the one that is spinning in my head isn’t very new.  Last year, when I considered writing chick lit, I came up with a premise.  I never expanded on it, and put it on the back burner for “some day”.  Well, yesterday was that day.

So, here’s the deal.

Last year, I entered, finaled and won second in the Stiletto contest.  It was with V3 (Vows, Voices & Voodoo), my first attempt at chick lit.  Come to find out, according to the Bantam editor, it was exactly chick lit, but it was light, and I got so many raves on it, not including the contest win.

I then spent a good portion of the next 4 months not know what the hell to do.  Should I write light?  Dark?  What if I can’t write dark as well as light?  I prefer dark, or I’ve always dreamed of writing dark and love to read and watch it.  I drove  myself, and everyone around me, crazy.

I finally just had to stop.  I stuffed my light half in a closet and concentrated on the dark.  The closet door seeped open last night, and while I refuse to ponder the question of “dark or light?”, I am allowing myself to consider entering the contest again this year.  Why, if I don’t write chick lit exactly or am concentrating on dark?   ‘Cause I’m a sucker for this contest.  And unlike last year when I entered with an entry I had no clue how would pan out, this time my idea is semi-solid (semi only in it’s not concrete yet, but will be by time of the deadline).

So, today, I have not written TOD, but I have been outlining/brainstorming this new idea.  Tomorrow I will get back to Nerina and her near mental breakdown.  It’s taxing writing all these damn emotions.  For today, I will bask in that neon pink glow and work on these zany characters.  Oooh, I just had an idea.  My hero could be a mystery author.  Hmm…