It's a lazy, stormy-drizzly-stormy-sunny Sunday afternoon. I have a chicken roasting in the oven, I'm sipping hot tea to help my headache, and the fan is blowing because it's stuffy in my room. It's an absolutely perfect time to write, which is why I'm researching Cherokee trickster myths for the urban fantasy I really dammit don't intend to start writing for months.
Actually, I may start the book much sooner than I expected. Adventures in Zoology isn't going anywhere, after all--I'm far enough in that I know I'll finish, even if I take a break--and the new book feels like one I would tear through with white-hot intensity once I started. Without really meaning to work on it, I've somehow amassed many pages of notes on Cherokee myths and history, Nordic myths about trolls, and trickster legends from many lands. Now I need a detailed map of Knoxville, because I plan to set the book in the Real! World! OMG!
I'm pretty sure my main character's name is Ivy (I've been itching to use that name since I started Bell-Men last fall). I know the first two important scenes in detail and how they'll kick off the plot and two important subplots. As soon as I figure out what happens next--that is, why Ivy gets the job she's going to be interviewing for in the opening scene, and how her friend's new club the Trickster Society ties in with the main plot--I suspect I'll have to start writing. There are worse fates, hey.
Hmm, The Trickster Society has a nice ring to it as a working title.