For the past few days I’ve been reading some of Ray Bradbury’s short stories, both from The Golden Apples of the Sun and R is for Rocket. Along with being a pleasant way to pass the time, these stories have been giving me ideas for other stories.
I guess that’s how it works now, my inspiration coming from other books and songs with the occasional strange dream, and as attached as I am to these newly sprouted infants that may or may not grow into short stories or more, I do wish they would come by at a later time. Now they only serve as hurdles for me, as one part of my mind wants to guide Lily Travers through the post-apocalyptic United States in my graphic novel script while another part would prefer to figure out what to do with an old, abandoned movie set.
I’ll work through it, of course, while letting my idea bank run until it’s a mile long again, but I have enough unfinished projects to fix up and books to read until the zombies come home. Hopefully after that time comes, I won’t be too busy trying to save my own skin to work on something new.