Stealing An Idea

Okay, I know that I’m flat-out stealing this idea from Jason, but I hope he’ll forgive me when he reads why I’m taking it.  He’s working on writing a play, and frankly, I want to know where he’s been hiding his writing talent all this time.  I mean, damn!!  I never knew he was that good.  I knew he was an eloquent writer–if nothing else, I have several notes from him over the past few years.  Plus, he composes.  But as far as story writing goes . . .  Wow!  He’s really good!  Some of the things need work, but as far as raw talent . . .

So, anyway, I was sitting at my kitchen table last night, wanting to write something, and deciding that I was going to force the creativity out of me.  I positively exude it at times, so where does it go when the well seems so dry?  I decided to find out.  I had written about half a page when I decided to take Jason’s play and make it inot a novel of my own making.  I don’t know what he’s doing with the story, how he wants things to turn out, but due to a book I recently read, and his idea, inspiration hit.  I haven’t felt this way about writing since . . .  I don’t know when.  Probably since I typed up the third novel, or perhaps started the fourth.  Anyway, the next entry has my prologue, and I’ll label the rest of the entries according to what they are.

I’m looking for feedback, so if anyone wants to give it, especially you, Jason, since this is your idea I’ve taken, please, leave me a note.