I have so many plans, so many things I want to write this year: ideas for at least two other novellas, and two more novels. I also have a backlog of half-written short stories that need finishing
Where does all of this inspiration come from? I have no idea. It's as if when I started writing last year the faucet was turned on. I've always had ideas, those "That would make a good story" ideas, but never actually felt like I could write them down.
Now, all of a sudden, I'm writing dialog in my head while driving to and from work, and scribbling down scraps of scenes whenever I have downtime at work. I watch people, and listen to them talk, and I'm filing away their mannerisms, stories and anecdotes for future reference. I see a guy walking down the street glancing behind himself, and I wonder, "What is he looking for?" (Of course in my version of events it involves monsters). One of my novel ideas came from a TV show that just left a plot line dangling (or maybe not, I haven't watched the whole season on Netflix yet. Maybe it gets revisited later). I had a dream two weeks ago that has a germ of an idea in it that won't go away. I CAN'T STOP SEEING STORIES EVERYWHERE I LOOK.
Not that I want to stop, but with all the ideas that I have I start to get a little anxious that I won't be able to get them all out.