Usually I get some of my best story ideas when I'm running. Yesterday, oddly, I got one driving. I don't recommend it.
It was all I could do to stop from swerving into the emergency lane as I was flying down the freeway on my way to have lunch with a friend at a sushi place in Scottsdale and, bam-o, the idea popped in my head. I couldn't wait to stop and jot a few ideas on the scraps of paper I always keep in my purse.
I was thinking about chess at the time, too. Very weird. I was thinking about how I'd like to play a few games of chess with my niece when my husband and I visited my sister and her family next month. (We're renting a beach house on the Gulf. Very cool, by the way and can't wait). But, anyway, all of a sudden I could see a couple of characters, a plot line, some conflict, and I've got the beginnings of a story.
I'm going to play with the characters a little bit inside my head, maybe jot down a few more characteristics, a few more plot lines and see if I'm ready for a long-term commitment with my new idea.
After writing a couple of YA novels, I don't think I'm ready to leave the genre just yet because I do believe the next novel I write will also be a YA, especially given my recent E-ticket ride experience on the 101 Freeway.