I've often said my brain carries a full-fledged entertainment center inside it, ready to break out at a moment's notice. Some people would think that makes me borderline crazy. People who know me well are astonished at the amount of trivia my mind holds--bits and bobs of this and that, facts and figures that would bode well if I were ever brave enough to test for Jeopardy or Wheel of Fortune (which I am not--stage fright would undoubtedly turn me into someone who resembled a mannequin--you know, stiff and quiet LOL).
But I am hearing a new set of voices in my head these days. Not only do I live much of my life in 1862 ferreting out facts and trivial bits to use in my current novel, but I have just rediscovered several pages of notes I made in New Orleans that are the beginning of a fantasy. I have soldiers and poets and elves and healers and princesses clamoring to have their tales told. Their world would seem ancient to us and has none of the "conveniences" available even in the 1700s, so this chronicle is much different from anything I am currently writing.
Nevertheless, these people are whispering in my ear and asking me to tell their story. I'm starting to dream their world and their dress, their mannerisms and their speech patterns. They are in need of help from unseen forces who want to destroy their land--who am I to deny them that help? Something tells me this will become the outline for NaNoWriMo 2011 if not written before November...
Guess I'll take the time to listen to the voices in my head...
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