This morning, as I sit at my desk, I find it difficult to focus on ONE thing. My mind wants to wander all over. I want to see as many pictures on Cherry as possible. I want to talk with internet friends. I want to write...and boy do I want to write.
Yesterday, during my exercising, I had a stroke of genius. Why couldn't I take some of my old, short short fictions and turn them into a series about a single main character, Xavier St. Pierre. When I went for my walk, I furthered it by thinking I could write 16 stories about said Mr. St Pierre, 12 of which would be "inspired" by the "12 Days Of Christmas."
I am in the process of taking one of those stories I wrote over four years ago, and turning it into a longer, anaughty story.
Also, my genius struck yesterday: Why can't I do the same 12 stories I'm using in the St Pierre series and make them not so naughty?
Now, after I write this, I'm going to write some notes on the "general audience" series as well as write the naughty story.
Tell me what you think.
Roger