After asking people all over the Internet for advice on what to write I went and chose an option I hadn’t even given anyone.
I’m not going to say what it is yet, not until I finish maybe – maybe sooner, I don’t know yet.
What I do know is that it’s unlike anything I’ve ever written before. It’s literary fiction for starters. That’s right, not genre fic in any way. An exploration of one person, and what an unexpected event costs him.
I have the ending planned, and so far the writing is going very, very well. It’s flowing faster than I can manage it, and I stop myself from writing after I hit my word count, so that it doesn’t take over my life, and so that I don’t burn out on it.
It’s also interesting because the main character is very much not me. Nothing about him is what I am, I don’t know if he is even someone I could have been had my life been different. That’s an interesting sensation, because I tend to draw heavily on myself for my protagonists (not because I think I’m so awesome, but because I’ve always found it easier to be authentic when I actually know what I’m talking about).