Such a Lovely Problem

It is such a lovely problem... but a problem, none the less. It is one of two problems that occur during that in-between times when a writer is finishing up one novel and starts thinking toward the next. The hideous problem is when the ideas cannot be forced into story, and the fear arises in the back of the writer's head as she stares at the blank page (or, in my case, screen): What if the stories never come again?

Then there is the lovely problem, the one that I struggle with now: too many ideas. I have five novel ideas and one short-story idea (which I started writing but then got slightly stuck, so it's like a deep shadow in the back of my mind that needs the right angle of light before I can finish it), all of which still thus untitled, just nick named.

We have (in no particular order) "The Red-Neck Girl Story," where Katie has to move with her mother away from her father and brothers and the farm that she grew up on to finish High School in the suburbs of a different state.

Next is "The Cinderella Complex," where Emily, Lia, and Bianca all come from dysfunctional families and their journeys to escape those households (one marries out of it via an other's brother and the other two move out together).

Then there's "The Artist Story," in which the "Artists" (who can be musicians, actors/actresses, painters, writers *giggles*) have this power to engage their audiences and captivate them in this incomprehensible, super-natural way, and they use it to show their audiences deeper things of God's glory. But then there are also the "Liars," who have the same ability, only instead of using them to God's glory, they use their gifts to draw attention to selfish human emotions.

And then there is "The Castle Story," in which a married woman with, like, 5 kids moves into a big house that still needs some work, but they turn it into the house that she's always dreamed of. A couple of days after they move though, she finds herself the legal guardian of her teenage, bitter, closed-off niece.

The most recent addition to the mess in my head is "Pain's Child," nine-year-old Abigail who doesn't have the ability to separate the things she hears about on the news or sees happening to others from her own experiences. She's developing an eating disorder, has nightmares, becomes very frightened for no apparent reason, and it's all because she doesn't know how to cope with these things that aren't even happening to her.

The short story was inspired by the country song, "A Long Line of Losers," (which, as of yet, is the story's nick name), about a college student who lives out of hotels during the summer trying to break the cycle of failure that is her family.

And then we arrive at the problem. I sit down to write and suddenly they all break out of the confines of their stories. The Artists and the Cinderellas all line up for battle, Katie and Jessica duke it out, the short-story collegiate and the mom from the Castle Story debate about life goals... luckily everybody feels sorry for Abigail and leaves her alone. But suddenly an epic battle unfolds in my mind, and suddenly all I can do is more editing the snot out of Speechless.