Yesterday Mark and I got a wonderful idea for a book that we will someday write together. (Someday being when we both finish revising the stories we’re working on now.) We chatted into the wee hours of the morning, planning and plotting and daydreaming (except it was, well, nightdreaming). But did you ever think about all the bizarre elements and “chance” occurrences that go into the making of an idea?
Here’s the recipe for ours:
1 gallon reminiscing about how we fell in love
2 cups Downton Abbey
3 tablespoons of Doctor Who
Some peppermint tea with lots of honey
Simmer all together with a dose of nighttime cough and cold medicine until idea suddenly springs forth, fully formed and ready to control your thoughts for the next several weeks.
That should be a fun one to explain when someone asks, “So, where do you get your ideas?”
Ah, no...we don’t get our ideas. They get us.