There are some times when I know without a doubt that my inner self is a born writer. News articles, random conversations, snatches of overheard voices, and the musings of my subconscious have all been hinting to me that there is a story to be told.... Hey you! Pay attention! The universe is trying to show you something important!! This is my life lately.
It happens sporadically, once in a while, and has been incredibly rare of late. A remnant of thought from a dream will linger with me through the day. An idea will peck at the edges of my brain, begging for time to be savored and contemplated. More often than not, I don't have the time to sit and think... there are things to be done, work to be finished, university politics to be played, students to direct, or one of a thousand other "important" things.
This one is different. It keeps returning. It is scattered, unformed, refusing to coalesce completely in my brain unless I sit and let it emerge as it chooses. Something along the lines of...
future society, a world united, ruled by technology, humans are implanted with monitoring devices at birth and live with a constant stream of data input into their nervous systems, scientists have found that without the constant input people have no reference for dealing with life and go mad....
But where to from there? I don't know how the story will develop. Will there be a revolution? Should there be? What would happen if there was no conflict? It seems like a typical dystopian future story, how can I make it different? Why do I need to tell this story? Is it a simple short story or will it develop into a fully formed novel?
This is why I love my life. Anything can happen, and usually does.
