I have a story idea, inspired by various things as of late. I usually have many stories that float about in my head before I go to sleep. I'll play them out as if I'm the main character and usually fall asleep still imagining. I've been doing this since I was little. I'd insert myself in a movie I'd watched, a book I'd read, or a tv show I'd seen. I'd change the plot, or work myself in somehow. Never was I a character I'd already seen. This all still holds true to this day. Sometimes I get on kicks where I have the same story line going for almost weeks at a time. I'm excited not for the sleep, but for the imaging time before I fall asleep. I rarely if ever dream of the story line.
This idea, for whatever reason, I'm writing down. Because I'll be driving and thinking about it. I play it out in my head while I'm in the shower and before falling asleep. I'm torn between believing this particular story is dieing to get out on paper or that I'm dieing to write something more than just the usual paragraph or two of creative writing I usually manage to jot down.
I'm terribly embarrassed about the whole thing. I feel like it's too twilight-like, too chick flick, too love story, too this, too that, too everything. I was inspired by the show Chicago Code and my trip to Boston last week among many other things.
There are no vampires, witchcraft, or monsters. It's the story of a college student who was raised in an Irish Catholic family with ties to the mob in Boston. It's the story of the undercover cop who infiltrated the mob. It's their friendship that develops throughout a difficult year for both of them. The pessimist in me thinks it's all shit, that I'm a dreamer, that I won't make it past twenty pages. The optimist thinks at the very least I could finish someday, that I could enjoy the process, and perhaps get it published locally.
