My mind is filled with a whole conglomeration of random ideas. Occasionally, one of them spins off and starts to ferment in a back corner. A couple of weeks ago, a tiny idea took hold. Last night it unfolded into an entire story, leaping along from point to point until I had an entire concept. Then this morning, I sat down with the idea of getting it started so that I would not lose the idea and the impetus. That was at about 9 am. It did the usual changes in mid-stride, and is not what I envisioned even as recently as last night. And then it was done. 5k words and an entire story, in less than 24 hours. I love it when it all comes together as seamlessly as that. Unfortunately it is extremely rare, so today was a gift.
My new friend is Nicola. I like her a lot. The core of this new story was the thought of children being innately magical and losing that as they grow up. Then it grew into a thought, what would a society be like if the vast majority of their children really were magical, but lost it as part of adolescence? What would it be like to deal with a magical four year old on a rampage, but as an adult, you had no defenses against them? What laws would come from that? What societal adaptations? Who would enforce them? What happens when someone just doesn’t fit into this?
Well, hopefully I can find a home for this one because it certainly was a fun ride.