Sometimes the best thing is to just burn it down.
“It’s a TRAP!”
I get an image in my head. A person who doesn’t age like the rest of us. The thought of what that looks like. How would he survive his childhood? I start writing. I throw out the first idea.
I flash to Bill Murray in “Groundhog Day,” and start thinking about all the amazing things someone could do if they had enough time to learn them. That’s cool. I write some on that.
Then I hit on something. What happens when a person who doesn’t age (or seem to) runs into modern society. Surveillance cameras, DNA, photos, fingerprints, etc. I realize, the emergence of modern-world tech can’t end well for this person.
After a while, I have 150,000 words. I think “this is great, I’m done,” and then you realize, your goal was 110,000. Now, I know, I know, some of you are like…”GIVE US ALL THOSE PAGES! WE WANT THOSE PAGES!” Because you can’t get enough from me. (I can also see some of you sticking your fingers down your throat. Don’t think I can’t.)
That’s when you read and WHAM! It hits you. Some of this is great. And some of it is good, and some of it is just in the way. I mean, even the parts that are good are bad when there is just too much of it.