All right. Seems like trying to pinch the germ of an idea out of one’s cerebral petrie dish is the hard part. I’m already a chapter in to my work. For me–THIS is the comparative cakewalk.
Those that have been following my semi-cryptic writing escapades have already realized I play my proprietary cards close to the vest. I’ve noticed, some of you are exactly the opposite; you literally flesh out your work–on your blogs–chapter by chapter. What is it YOU know that I don’t?
I say this because I have what I believe to be great ideas. What I don’t have yet is an agent. I have a robust distrust in my fellow man in such a way that I can literally SEE the ravenous, idea-scavenging jackals with an already established literary agent running to print with some crummy, one-off and poorly-written expectoration. And watching it get published, because maybe it was breaking new ground.
Then, I also see me; some marginalized “fifth Beatle,” carping about it all being “my ideas,” when it was.
Nicolae Tesla. Nuff Said.
So I ask? How free are you with your ideas in arenas like this?