Monday, September 7, 2009

Ideas, Ideas, Ideas

It's nearly 4:00 p.m. and I'm finally sitting in front of my computer. I've been without Internet (and cell phone) since early Friday. Yup, that's right. I married a man who loves to go camping and then gave birth to a son who loves to go camping. Now that we have a camper (with toilet, stove, television) I like camping too.

Enough about camping.


I write suspense, and often people say, "Where do you get ideas?"

Today I'm sharing suspense story ideas from this past weekend:

1) Son goes to play amidst the roots of an upturned tree - finds body.
2) Exploring one hundred year old cabins, locked up by forest service, and hear a voice inside weakly shouting for help.
3) Stand on the rim of a great drop-off, hear the shout for help coming from a crevice below (My idea is someone ran me off the road while I'm on my quad and I get caught, so I'm the one yelling for help. I'm pretty much always a much skinnier heroine of my books.)
4) While riding quad witness a murder. Flee and escape. Now hunted.

Yes, I had all these ideas this past weekend. My husband wonders how I stay sane.

6 comments:

EllenToo said...

So now all you have to do it pick one and see where it goes. Any one of them would make a great story.

Debby Giusti said...

Hi Pam,
I'm the same way. Take me anywhere and I'm spinning a story in my brain. Crazy, right? Or maybe that's just the way writers are wired.

Gal opens up a blogspot, recognizes a campsite she has dreamed about repeatedly and realizes the horrific murder she thought was only her imagination may have actually happened.

PamelaTracy said...

Ellen,
Thanks! My poor husband. He gets so embarrassed because sometimes I meet people and start asking them bizarre questions.

PamelaTracy said...

Debby,
Oh, I love it!

Leann said...

Love your ideas. Only another writer would understand you finding mystery all around. I know my husband's given up on understanding me.

PamelaTracy said...

Leann,
I already have have my next LIS thanks to the cabin we rented a month ago. Let's just say that the landlord asked that we change the name of the town, the cabins, and everything else. My husband cannot believe how many questions I asked that poor man. I'm sure if there's a murder soon, I'll be getting a call.