Even the big stories grow from tiny seeds of ideas.
I keep a notebook to jot down random bits of dialogue, character ideas, and other flotsam and jetsam of my brain. Not unlike a squirrel hides his nuts.
Recently, when looking for idea for a short story, I came across comic take on a comic take on an old trope. You know, the one where the protagonist looks into the mirror and describes himself.
In my version the hero looks into the mirror, describes what he sees, but it's not him. So far it was just a joke, but I started exploring the premise. Who's visage is in the mirror? How did it get there and why? And from this a story emerged.
I'm not 15,000 words into this yet untitled urban fantasy story and I'm rather giddy about it. I already know it'll need a sequel.
On an unrelated note, my other creative project, the quest for the perfect, or at least pretty good sourdough bread is so far a bust.
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