It happened again.
I was pondering as I usually ponder and unintentionally came up with another book series. I told it to my younger boy, who’s twelve. He’s very eager for this new idea.
Why do I do this to myself?
Because stories are infinite. There are so many good stories out there. I’m incapable of writing them all down.
The new story is a fun sci-fi action tale with a strong superhero component. It’ll be different from anything else I’ve written, but let’s be honest: When have I ever repeated a subgenre? I’m excited about the possibilities.
The hardest part? I only have about a million other books to work on… and at least nine more before I can start working on this new idea.
Oy.
Maybe if/when I can switch to writing full time I can double my output and get all these stories out!