|Posted by Lex Fonteyne on February 13, 2010 at 8:42 PM|
I have ideas all the time -- ideas about stories, mainly, but about other things as well.
The other day, I had this idea about a guy who notices that his finger feels a little mooshy -- maybe he gets out of the shower or something, is drying himself off, and his finger feels rubbery somehow.
And then it turns out that his bones are actually dissolving -- slowly, but decidedly dissolving -- and I got to wondering what it would be like to write that story.
Because, in the end, he would just wind up as a blob -- no skeleton means no movement, nothing to protect vital organs, no way to do much of anything -- he would have to be kept alive (if you call that "living") through pipes and tubes and wires and maybe even kept inside some sort of containment vessel --
And I haven't actually started writing it yet -- it isn't (as far as I can tell) something I could readily tie into the "Moving Day" storyline, although you never know -- and it's a little outside of my normal "genre" (wait till you see "Backenfort Redux" in the forthcoming "True Colors" for a REAL example of "ouside my genre"!) -- but it's one of those ideas that won't go away. It sits there, like a tumor, demanding attention.
But I have lots of these ideas....