I had one of those moments today, when the big details of planning the next book start popping up and falling into place. The darn thing’s been simmering for months (since before I finished the last book last December) but hasn’t really felt substantial until now. I felt like I was short a subplot.
Yesterday I realized I was telling a story that put a nineteen-year-old boy and a sixteen-year-old girl with very different backgrounds in close proximity for a long period of time. Even with an alien chaperone, they’re going to at least explore the idea of romance. Duh. There will be flirting or fighting or (ideally) both.
Fourth plot line in place, I think I’ve got a book. Today seems to have proved it, as all the plot lines started to fill out and jostle for position. I’m not ready to start it yet (good, since I have a couple of shorts I want to finish before starting another long project), but I know where it all has to start. It won’t be long until I’ve figured out the order in which everything has to happen.
Now I just have to get that hula research done.