While Ella was editing Lucas Story, I began prewriting the third book in my Trihune Series. I was in the midst of detailing Sarid’s character with my handy, dandy character sheets (see post here) when inspiration hit.
For months, in the back of my mind, questions had prowled regarding a new character’s power. I had no idea what his power would be, just that it had to be strong and undetectable.
Suddenly it hit. I figured it out. A completely awesome idea.
I was feeling quite proud of myself and extremely excited to start writing.
First I had to continue fleshing out Sarid’s character, though. Then I had to work on plot. And Ella would be finished reading Lucas’s Story soon so I’d have to put this book aside and complete the edits for that. Plus it was 6:00 a.m. It was time to close my laptop and get ready for work. So no writing today. But the magic was there. I could feel it spreading to my fingers, desperately wanting to open a new word document. Alas, responsibilities come first, so I pushed my wants aside and focused on my needs.
(Do you see where this is going yet?)
It wasn’t until a few hours later that I remembered I hadn’t written down this wonderful revelation. Oh, well, it was a great idea. No way, I’d forget it.
I’m an ass!
A big, stupid moron!
No matter how hard I try I can’t remember what this character’s power is. (Fool!) Will it come back to me when I start focusing on book three again? God, I hope so. (Imbecile!) But in the meantime, I’m calling myself every synonym for frickin’ idiot that can be found in Webster’s dictionary.