the best idea i’ve ever had.

I’ve mentioned that I’ve been writing on a paranormal series.  It was the story I wrote for this past year’s NaNoWriMo (which I completed, a-thankyouverymuch) and since November, I’ve turned it into a three part series, all but trashed my original NaNo, started pretty much from scratch, and have absolutely fell in love with the characters and the story lines and, I swear, basing a story in my hometown has seriously been the best idea I have ever had.  Like, it tops asking the Universe for a Hanson/Rooney tour.

Yeah.  It’s that good of an idea.

I don’t know what it is, but I have never had such an easy time writing stuff out for this story.  Plus, I’ve been loosely basing things on my childhood, like my role as the Little Red Hen in elementary school… which I rocked at by the way, seeing as how I had the lead role.  I only forgot one line, which is pretty fucking good for a seven-year-old.  No formal training, and I was still a better actress than Kristen Stewart.  Yet she’s the one macking on Robert Pattinson and Taylor Lautner and getting paid obscene amounts of money to do so.  Bitch.

Where was I?  Oh, right.  How I’m a literary genius and all.

I really think this is going to be it.  The story that gets published.  Maybe not by Random House (by the way, did I ever mention that someone looked at my blog from a Random House server ages ago when my blog was first getting on its little wobbly feet? Yeah, they looked at it twice.  I know because of my stat counter.  I never heard anything from them, but still, Random House looked at my blog.  Awesome?  I think so. Come back, Random House.  Poke around a bit or drop me a line.  I won’t mind a bit, I promise), but by somebody.  Everything I research works into the story somehow, and I’m finding the information purely by chance.  Things are all falling into place too perfectly for it not to mean something.

And, no, this is not like my last entry where I was all “I’m not getting my hopes up for things that clearly mean nothing”.  This is entirely different.  Because romance and love and lying around on Sundays watching an Everybody Loves Raymond marathon with a nice guy (let’s call him Jason Segel) may be a dream of mine, but I’ve decided that getting a novel published is kind of sort really my destiny.

Yeah, that’s right.  Destiny.  It’s not just a stripper name.

Plus, because of all the research I’ve done, I’ve discovered some really cool shit.  Or have you forgot about the raccoon penis bone story?  I’ve also discovered a gris-gris bag mixture for one-night stands, which an alarming number of my friends have expressed interest in learning just what goes into that (hint: a clipping of your own armpit hair, as well as few of your pubes), and have completely fallen in love with Bram Stoker’s Dracula.  Although, I will admit, the song “Dracula’s Lament” from Forgetting Sarah Marshall is in my head the entire time I read.  But I’m totally okay with that.

What about you?  Have you ever found something that just worked itself out perfectly?