The words are gathering again...

Yesterday, I started writing a new book. By "writing", I mean I mooched about the house, muttering what-if's and maybe''s by the dozen. Today I continued this process, which is grandly known as plotting or outlining. It breaks my brain. For every idea I get, I can see a bunch of reasons why that's not feasible, wouldn't work, is unrealistic. (I am cursed with a VERY realistic, logical, analytical brain.)

Today I continued this process. Couldn't come up with whodunnit or why. Tried showering - ideas are supposed to fall on (into?) your head in the shower, right? No luck.

Tried writing in a purrty notebook, In soft pencil. Some ideas, but no shabang.

I told myself I could just start writing, without knowing what happens, and see what happens. I know there are authors who write into the void, not knowing who the murderer is when they start their books, but... but ... HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!

Eventually, I took to my car. Driving the ring road around my city while muttering hypothetical situations and motivations to myself tends to loosen the cogs in my brain for some reason, and it worked again today - oh, happy day!

Now I just need to do some research to see if what I imagined is even possible. Reality is such a drag.

Anyway, gentle reader, the cogs have begun to turn.