Deleting My Drafts

This week I deleted all of my current works in progress. Yes, deleted. They were not bringing me joy.

I'm at a weird point in my writing where nothing seems quite right. Certainly, none of the ideas I'd been playing with were coming together. This week, I've had a sense that the idea I work on will be something completely different. Something literary and thoughtful.

Yesterday, I bought a book about writing alternate histories. I have not spent much time thinking about alternate histories in fiction. They're those books where the Nazis won the Second World War or the Confederates won the American Civil War. There must be more to it than that. There must be points of divergence that I've never even considered. Maybe this book will spark my imagination.

I am keeping something from you.

I am. Since I started writing this blog post, I have come up with an idea. It's twisty, it's thoughtful, it's literary (it is also a science fiction romance). It is also a secret. The idea is fairly new to my mind. It is a nub. I hope that, if I nurture it and cherish it closely, it will become a novel one day. I am going to be most secretive about it. Not least because I doubt you'd be all that interested in an unwritten book.

Coming up with an idea is a positive twist for this week. I really thought I'd be starting the new week on Monday with no ideas in my head. That was a bleak prospect. Now all I need to do is read this book on alternate histories and get my imagination going. Maybe, just maybe, everything is going to be all right.

The problem of what to use this blog for is not so easily solved. I have been warned not to write about writing, but what else do I know about? What else is there in the world?