Okay, so I’m about to start on my next novel (I’m putting The Roof on the backburner for the time being). I typically have about 6 ideas I really want to write at any given time and I have a quasi-Thunder Dome type battle in my head to whittle it down to the one I actually start. One of the frontrunners was something I was going to call Imaginary Enemy, about a guy whose imaginary friend gets upset by something he does and then begins the process to upend his entire life, but I realized there was a huge problem with that story line.
Sure, I could probably write the book still and have it be significantly different from Chuck Pahlaniuk’s 1997 novel, but I think the premises are so similar I’d be constantly aware of his book and it would be like I was looking over my shoulder the entire time I wrote it.
It’s not like with my novella, Fleshbags, which is a zombie novel and there are exactly one billion, two hundred forty-two million, seven zombie stories that came before it (trust me, I counted). It’s a zombie story, but I felt my premise was different enough from at least anything else that I had read that I was comfortable with putting the story to paper without feeling like I was ripping somebody off.
So now I have to go back to the idea bank. I actually have something I’ve begun to work on which requires a degree of research I had not done before and I’m looking forward to it. I’m hoping to have a draft in the next few months to submit to an agent (I want to land a deal with a major publisher).