Guess what? Last night, when I was looking through old boxes at my parents house (looking for my old ratty copy of On My Way to Paradise, specifically) I found my very first story notebook–the one I thought I’d lost on the Jordan study abroad two years ago!
Wheeeeee!!!
This notebook is a real gold mine–not just of story ideas, but of some of my oldest thoughts on writing. I started keeping it back in the 90s, long before my mission. I kept it up sporadically for a little while, but it really took off in 2007 when I decided I was going to pursue writing professionally.
For the 07-08 school year, I kept this notebook with me all the time. I had a huge burst of story ideas as I finished my first novel, and I wrote the majority of them in here.
When the summer came around, I got a couple new notebooks in preparation for the study abroad. Later, when I was established in the homestay, I searched everywhere for this notebook and couldn’t find it. I thought it was lost. The whole time, it turns out, it was in my shoebox of momentoes in Provo.
Wheeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!
Ahem. So now, without any further ado, let’s go through this thing.
A boy learns how to consciously control his dreams and visit other people in theirs.
For a long time, this was my one big idea–the one that I was sure would turn into a fantastic book and make my entire career, if I could just keep it secret long enough to write it. It’s a pretty good story idea, but I’ve got so many other, better ideas by now that I’m not too concerned about making it public.
A girl falls overboard from a colony ship and is stranded on an island.
Kind of like a female Robinson Carusoe, I guess. I actually wrote the first fifty pages of this story, in the summer before I left for my mission. Never finished it, but at least I ran with it.
A secret organization of warriors fights to keep a mysterious enemy from taking over the land.
Hehe, sound familiar? I think every other fantasy story has some kind of subplot like this.
A kidnapped girl fights to make her way home.
Kind of like the Odyssey, but with the genders reversed. Hmm, maybe I haven’t changed all that much…
A band of foreign, elite warriors sells their services to a population, then slowly begins to corrupt the society’s morals to satisfy their lusts.
Kind of like Seven Samurai meets Ibn Khaldun.
Two brothers find themselves fighting for opposing armies.
Already done: Gettysburg, the movie.
A general fights to save his people and then his daughter is kidnapped by asymmetrical terrorists.
I’m not sure what the significance is with the terrorists–maybe conventional warfare vs. asymmetrical warfare or something like that.
The next few are all ideas for non-science fiction stories; I tried to brainstorm as many of them as I could, in case (for some absurd reason) I decided to write mainstream fiction. I’ll give them all at once:
A guy finds a girl and they click, but he has to convince her that the people she dates are bad for her (which is true).
A guy and a girl go on a road trip to find out more about themselves.
A guy tries to improve himself to attract a girl, then discovers he’s not interested.
A boy is chauffering people around and doing errands, then finds a life-changing thing.
A homeless runaway is taken in by a wise truck driver and learns to reconcile himself with the world.
A boy goes on a road trip to do research to reunite a dying relative with an old friend.
Moral of the story: If it’s not science fiction, it’s got to involve a road trip. Otherwise, it’s dead boring.
A soldier away from home makes his way back to his country, which has fallen into warlordism, and tries to rebuild his life and his homeland.
This was the novel I tried to write the year after my mission. It tanked really bad, but it got me to the point where I could write Ashes of the Starry Sea and actually finish it. If I were to try this idea now, I would take it in a completely different direction than I did then.
That concludes all the ideas in the notebook before October 15, 2003. The notebook then took a hiatus until the summer of ’07, which is where I’ll pick up next time.
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