i wish i was stuck for ideas.

when i'm not moping around my house, feeling sorry for myself, i actually have too many ideas. and i've got a backlog of about 3 or 4 things i want to write. i don't think that this is necessarily a bad thing.

and no, mr fuzzy, it won't be set in victora.

the current, very rough outline for it is:

it's set in a victorian village in england. there's a boy without a name (he has a name, but just not yet), in love with a girl called emily (blind person story wasn't really working, so i'm stealing ghostly emily from that...maybe she'll be in both). he worships her from afar, they're pleasant enough to each other, but not close enough to really be friends. one night he carves her name along with his into an oak tree, sitting outside an abandoned old house on the outskirts of the village. it's a kind of futile filled, hopeful gesture on his part, and he leaves it there for the tree to heal and eventually forgets about it.

emily dies. this part is hazy, i think there were a lot of diseases & stuff floating round in victorian england. maybe she got consumption, or the chicken pox. anyway, she dies.

the old abandoned house turns out to be a kind of gateway to the spirit world, which everyone who dies has to pass through. the problem is that because unnamed boy carved her name into the wood, emily can't pass through, so she's stuck wandering the house.

unnamed boy discovers this and visits her, keeping her company, and kind of exploiting her in his own impotent little way.

along the way another girl enters the scene, possibly moving into the village, and she falls in love with unnamed peep, but never tells him. so there's this weird kind of worship-unrequited love thing going on across the 3 of them.

and that's pretty much all i have so far. it's a pretty big research novel, and is kind of far removed from the other one :) i thought it might be interesting to kind of populate the village, to explore the family dynamics, the sense of loss, and to write a haunted house story that wasn't tied up in revenge or fear.

and that's all i have...anyone who's been following my current girl situation will no douby recognise the blatant similarities. still, i don't laugh at where you all get your ideas from, and at least i'm writing again.

off to work on finishing the first novel.