MELVIN IS ON THE MOVE
For those who don't know, Melvin is the hamster who lives inside my brain. He's been on vacation for the last couple of months; doing little more than sleeping, slugging back beers and trying to determine which of the
The seed of inspiration was planted well over a year ago, when I came up with a title I knew I had to use someday (weirdly, that's how all my stories start out: title first), but it's remained dormant until just this weekend. Now, the roots are sprouting and the idea is beginning to take shape. Their voices aren't distinct yet, but I can hear the characters calling to me. They sound frustrated and amused, confused and...broken. They're eager to introduce themselves to me, and I am desperate to meet them, too.
If I squint hard enough, I'm able to see a plot line or two out in the distance. They're a knotted-up, tangly mess right now, hardly even forming a path, but soon they'll unwind into a dusty road, then a cobble stoned street, and before long a freeway that leads straight back to those characters and the stories they're so desperate to share.
That's how it works, you see. A single idea becomes a web of events that tell one (hopefully) amazing story...and it all started when that fat, lazy hamster finally climbed back on his wheel. It's about damn time!