Well, I was right. It's been a good day! I revised the whole first half of Chapter Two of the haunted house story (while listening to the Foo Fighters' There Is Nothing Left To Lose, which made me quite productive), then while I was in the shower I had a new idea. Sweet!
It's something that's been vaguely shimmering in my mind for the last week or two. I could see who the characters were, but I couldn't quite make out their story. But it came to me today (I find they always arrive in the most inconvenient places) and I got to scribble down 4 pages of notes while sitting on the bed in a towel with wet hair.
I love getting ideas. Whether I manage to end up doing something with them is another matter, but the feeling of energy and excitement I get while my pen races across the page, with ideas, situations, conversations, characters, and scenes running through my head, is incomparable. I guess seeing your book on the shelves is something similar. One day I hope I'll find out.
Oh, and yes, I know I'm writing this on a Saturday night. Such is my life at the moment -- I am staying at home because I'm trying to spend the least possible amount of money thanks to stamp duty, solicitor fees, estate agent fees, search fees, survey fees, and -- I don't know, fees for living -- looming in the very near future. (Now I know why they say selling a house is one of the most stressful things you can ever do.) That, and I have cramps. So it's a baked potato, some Dairy Milk, and Assault on Precinct 13 (courtesy of Blockbuster at around £3) for me tonight...