I’m obsessed with white boards. Those that follow my twitter stream and/or facebook feed have seen me rant and rave about white boards. I recently bought a new one, so have more space for plotting, and when that wasn’t enough, I resorted to using my office window, making good use of the wet erase markers I bought. The Kassidy book—and that feeding into the series, and it’s definitely going to be a series—took up a ton of space.
Yesterday I finished the first draft. Today is the sad day when I need to start clearing whiteboards for the next project.
A sad day indeed.
That’s not to say I’m going to lose the information and ideas I figured out while writing on the white boards and the window. I’m going to carefully transpose them into a notebook, where they will be kept nice and safe until I pull out the Kassidy book for revisions in another couple months…or a year. It depends.
But it’s sad to see those thought processes condensed down onto paper and neatly organized. My thought process is not organized, and the whiteboards reflect that.
A picture would preserve that, and I will be taking pictures of the whiteboards, just in case something should happen to the note book.
The fact remains. Today, those thoughts and ideas are going to be wiped away, clearing space for the next project, the next idea. It’s sad to see it go, especially when I had so much fun with Kassidy and her world, but it’s exciting to see what’ll come from the next project. What sort of ideas will sprout from a thought written on a white board, and spread across the entire office as I track things as they come together and coalesce into something more, something better than the original thought that started the whole writing process.