Cleaning out my drawers today and pulled out all the notebooks I’ve used in the past 3 or 4 years. Every few years, I realize I can’t keep them all, but when I stack them up like this, it’s also really hard to let them go!
These are filled with my ideas for books, for revisions, for characters, for stories… some are plain terrible and a few might be very good. I’ll probably never know because they’re heading to the recycling bin…
Yes, I could go back through them but, to be honest, ideas are a dime a dozen. It’s the momentum of the story that makes me want to sit down and write a whole book about it. And that momentum comes from new ideas, not old ones.