Yesterday on my way home from school, an idea for a stand-alone novel hit me hard. The premise dropped into my mind with almost perfect clarity, and I fine-tuned it on my way home, at which point I ran to the keyboard to get it all down before I forgot any of it. It was very exciting. You know how it is--you can't type fast enough, and more possibilities come to you with every word. What grand fun!
Now it's sitting at the back of my head, simmering. I have a few scene snatches. I know what the main characters look like and their basic personalities. I have a plot. I have settings. I don't have a name for my antagonist yet--he's remaining stubborn about that--but it'll come.
Interestingly enough, this book would probably be
marketable more as magic realism than fantasy, which is mega-cool. Wider
audience and all that. (And yes, I maintain that the difference between
magical realism and fantasy is the marketing department, but I can only do
so much to change the