Story ideas for me don’t come in sweeping arcs of setting and events. They come in the form of a question, usually begin with “what if . . .” and it snowballs from there. The question becomes the impetus for the story. The story is the answer to the question. Sometimes the answer is a short piece of flash fiction. Other times it’s a sweeping novel. I’ve even got questions that will refuse to be answered in just one novel, which, frankly, scares me at the moment, but also is very exciting.
Regardless, I’m driven to answer the question. I’ve always been that way. What makes this work? Why does this happen? What does this mean? I’ve always been looking for the answers to these questions. It’s part of who I am, and writing allows me to find most creative answers to equally creative questions.
Some people would replace creative with crazy. I’m fine with that, too. My head is a very interesting place.