More than once, when I've been in the beginning stages of working on a story, certain strange coincidences come up that make me think I'm on the right track.
Sure, I could be grasping at straws – reading into it as a way to counteract that nagging self-doubt that tries to thwart me even before I start. But whether it's all in my head or the universe is working to prod me along…I'll take whatever I can get – even if it comes in the form of a weird coinkidink.
Wanna know what gave me that extra boost? Among other things, this news story about a "found" ancient city that was buried under water.
The entire book (NaNo 2010) will not revolve around a formerly-lost city – but the theme of things once buried that rise to the surface will definitely be in there.
Anyway, I plod along. I'm a bit behind – I wanted to start outlining this week. But right now I'm still brainstorming, putting pieces together. I think of it as dipping my fingers into as many pots of fingerpaint as possible. When I find the right ones, I'll smear them across the page and the story will materialize in the melding.