I feel like I’m on an endless beach, with ever grain of sand on the beach a possible idea for a new novel. The ocean is my memory, and as each wave washes away some of my ideas in forgetfulness, new ones appear to take their place. I can only pick one grain of sand to build a new story with, but which one?

¬†Strictly speaking, I’ve got 4 or 5 well developed plot ideas ready to go right now, but my mind doesn’t want to apply themselves to those ideas just yet. A part of me is drifting over that sand, looking for just one that glitters differently.

How do you decide on your next project?