Leaving the house is hazardous when you are a writer. I’m just over 25% of the way through my middle grade science fiction novel. But this weekend was our anniversary so we went for a drive.
Bad, bad undisciplined writer.
Even those of you who live in the St. Louis area probably won’t recognize this view. This is looking out from one of the viewing platforms in Pere Marquette State Park. Up on the blufftop, you can see the Illinois River, Swan Lake, and farmland. Yep, Swan Lake.
Once you leave the River Road and drive up the Illinois River to Alton, this is the view. On the right is the Illinois River with tugs, barges, and even sail boats. To the left, bluffs rise above the road and signs that say “Beware Falling Rock.”
In addition to the landscape, there were birds. We saw herons and other wading birds. Honestly, they may have all been herons. We never got a good luck at any of them. In addition to the wading birds, we saw turkey vultures. They rode the thermals, circling high above the bluffs. Sometimes they rocked side to side as if testing out the wind.
As we drove, I found myself thinking. What if those weren’t turkey vultures? What if they were something bigger?
In spite of the fact that I’m about 25% of the way through Airstream, I want to start playing with a new idea. It would be fantasy about a dragon, the local piasa. I don’t know if I would want to write a contemporary fantasy or a historical fantasy, but this idea is trying to turn my head. On the way home, I even found a creepy forest setting along the Missouri River.
Alas, I will be responsible and finish the other one. But this idea is going in my journal! And now I will put my butt in my chair and get to work on my current project.