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Confessions of an author—where do I get my story ideas?

I’m currently working on my 37th book in my Haunting Danielle series. One question I get frequently, how do you get your story ideas?

Some series have a very structured formula. For example, take one of my favorites, Murder She Wrote. Jessica is typically at some event. Someone is murdered. Jessica investigates the murder. Murder solved.  

If you’ve read several books in my Haunting Danielle series you’ll know, that’s not my formula. While there is always a mystery, there may or may not be a murder, and said murder might have happened years ago. One thing you can expect, ghosts will help solve the mystery, and there are typically several story lines going on simultaneously that come together in some fashion at the end of the story.

Since I released the first book in the series I knew when the next Haunting Danielle book would be published, because I started making each one a pre-ordered eBook. When I sit down to write a book, I need to have it finished in time to meet the deadline set by the preorder. 

There are some new authors—or aspiring authors—who don’t understand how anyone could publish four or more books a year. While I write about two books a year now, there was a time I did four a year. However, writing a book from a series is easier than starting a brand new book. In a series the main characters are already established, and I’ve already done the world building. The hardest part for me is keeping everything straight. 

But how do I come up with new stories? Sometimes, I am mentally plotting several books ahead. In those situations, an idea that comes to me will require foreshadowing before I write it. For example, I needed to write book 14, The Ghost and the Bride, and the books that followed, before I got to book 17, The Ghost and the Doppelganger.   

I don’t always know where the series will take me, I allow each book to lead the way. When finishing up a book, I often come up with a story idea for the next book. Sometimes, I only come up with a title idea. When finishing up The Ghost and Wednesday’s Child, my last release, I looked to see where in time my characters are now living. When first starting the series, they were in the summer of 2014, the same year I was living when I wrote the first book, The Ghost of Marlow House.

While some writers prefer to be more ambiguous about the timeframe of their story; I couldn’t do that as historical events are key elements to the series. It was easier for me to start at a place I was familiar, 2014. However, time moves faster than the world of Haunting Danielle, and they are currently living in 2019.

I decided to make my next book Christmas themed, and have it published the end of November. When looking for a title I chose The Ghost and Christmas Magic. As all my readers know, all the titles in this series start with, “The Ghost…”

Did I have a specific plot in mind when I chose the title and scheduled the pre-order? Nope.

However, I decided, not long after releasing The Ghost and Wednesday’s Child, something I wanted to happen in the next book that I thought my readers would enjoy, and I would have fun writing about.  Unfortunately, it was only a snippet of the plot. I needed more.

When between books I often tell readers I’m currently working on the next book. Yet, that typically means I am thinking about the book, and if a plot or scene idea pops into my head I will jot it down for later.

I typically take about seventy days to write a book. Once I start writing, I write a chapter a day, then the next day, I edit the chapter I wrote the previous day and then write a new chapter. The next day, I do the same thing, rewriting whatever I wrote the previous day and writing a new chapter. At the end of forty days, I have a completed rough draft that has technically been edited once. Then comes the serious editing and rewriting, which honestly is  my favorite part. Before I hit publish it goes through ProWritingAid, two sets of beta readers, and a professional editor. I also reread it, using the text to voice option while reading the text as the robotic voice says the words, before hitting publish.

And no, I never use Ai. While some may argue ProWritingAid is an arm of Ai, I disagree. It only sees my manuscript after it is in essence written, and is looking for misspelled words, punctuation errors, and overused words.

I write my manuscript in Scrivener but move it to Word during its final editing process. Word added an Ai feature a while back, which I disabled when it first appeared. As many of my fellow writers might agree, I found its little Ai cursor incredibly annoying, following me around the page like a freaking stalker.

I am scheduled to write Chapter One for my new book tomorrow. So now the question, am I a pantser or planner? A panster is someone who writes “by the seat of their pants.” They just sit down, start writing without an outline or specific plan. The planner is the writer who first outlines their story before they start writing. So, which am I?

I’m a combination of planner and pantser, with a hefty dose of automatic writing thrown in. To be honest, the automatic writing is one of my major tools. Four days ago, I really had no idea what I planned to write about in The Ghost and Christmas Magic, aside from that one thing I wanted to happen to one of my main characters. 

You may have heard of automatic writing. It has also been called spirit writing, which I suppose is apropos for someone writing about ghosts. Some mediums claim to use automatic writing as a technique to receive messages from their spirit guides or spirits they are attempting to contact.

As for me, I am not sure if I am contacting spirits or just tapping into my inner psyche to unlock my creative side.

This process for me starts with a quality ink pen, not those ink pens you buy in a bulk package, but one that cost over twenty bucks and you change the cartridge when the ink runs out instead of throwing it away.  

I sit down with a pad of paper and my pen and begin writing in cursive, typically beginning by writing about what I already know about the book, which might just be its title. And strangely enough, ideas begin popping into my head, giving me story ideas and a plotline fairly quickly.

Like I said, four days ago I knew very little about this book. However, this morning, I basically outlined the entire plotline. Since my handwriting is not terrific and my writing is even difficult for me to read, I then sat down at the computer and began typing up what I had just written in cursive, typing from memory. 

So, when someone asks me where I get my story ideas, I’m honestly not sure where they come from. I always have this feeling I’ve a muse—an unseen muse—who whispers in my ear when I take a pen in hand and start writing out the plot ideas. 

Fall Colors in Oregon

We’re in the process of buying a woodburning stove for what we call the family barn. I have an office set up in the barn, and I love writing out there during the summer months. Unfortunately, our summer months in Oregon are short in comparison to the cooler fall and winter seasons.  A woodburning stove will allow me to use the barn year-round.

 This morning we went to the woodburning stove store to finalize the purchase. On the way there I was reminded of one of the many reasons I love living in Oregon. The fall colors are spectacular. Seasons weren’t something we really experienced in Havasu. 

Traveled roads leading me here…

We said goodbye to our friends this morning as they headed back to California. It was a great visit—something we haven’t done in such a long time. The weather was amazing while they were here. 

After they left, I settled down at my computer to go over my to-do list, before heading out to enjoy more of that sunshine. I can’t quite believe it’s almost June, and if June goes as fast as May, then July will be here, and time to go on our family reunion.

Every three years we attend a Talbot Family Reunion. (My mother-in-law’s maiden name was Talbot.) The first one started in 1983, when we all gathered in Sedona, Arizona, and I met for the first time many of my husband’s cousins, who I hadn’t met before. 

The upcoming reunion got me to thinking about the speech I penned for the Alumni award that I mentioned in a previous post. In it I wrote, “…Life often gets in the way of what we have planned. Looking back over these last fifty years, I see my own life has taken numerous unexpected turns, sending me off course and down roads I had never anticipated traveling.”

I’ve often considered that sentiment when thinking about the family reunions I’ve attended and wondered if the family ever asks, “Gee, I wonder what Bobbi is doing this reunion?” When looking back at my life, it does seem I’ve done more than my share of career hopping.

Despite that, at the age of 14 I knew I wanted to be an author, and today at 67, that’s what I am. Yet, I didn’t take a direct line to reach my ultimate goal. You might say, I went all over the place.

At our first reunion, In Sedona Arizona, 1983 I was a young mother, with two children under the age of four. I had also recently opened a gift shop up in the mountain community we then lived in—Wrightwood, California. While I have no business in retail (my shop, The Whistle Stop, only stayed open a year) my time there was not a complete waste. On the days I had a sitter for my kids—and didn’t take them to the shop with me—I had my typewriter with me. That year I wrote my first romance novel.

When the second reunion rolled around three years later, I was out of retail and now publishing a community newspaper in Wrightwood. At the third reunion, I was still with my publication, The Mountain/Hi-Desert Guide, so I imagine the family probably thought I’d settled down into a career.

By the next reunion in 1992, at Jackson Hole, Wyoming, my father had gotten ill, so I sold my paper, and I moved with my husband and two kids back to Havasu Palms, to help manage the family business. We were still there the next reunion in Angel Fire, New Mexico, but when we went to the Montana reunion in 1998, Don and I had opened our restaurant in Lake Havasu City, Arizona.  Now we were restauranteurs.

As I mentioned earlier, I don’t belong in retail. And a restaurant is retail. When the next reunion rolled around in 2001, Don and I were out of the restaurant business and between jobs—both of us substitute teaching to make ends meet. I’m surprised we were able to make it to that reunion, considering things were rough for us back then.

Don and I eventually landed on our feet and got our real estate licenses. So, when I showed up at the next two reunions, I was a real estate agent. But then the market tanked in 2008, so I got out of real estate and returned to my roots—writing.

When our family met in Sunriver, Oregon for the Talbot family reunion in 2010, I was freelance writing for various venues, including Demand Studios. I imagine by that time some of my Talbot cousins might have thought I was flakey—yet none ever said such a thing to me, they are all too nice and supportive—but for those who had paid attention to my various occupations over the years, they might have wondered what I was doing.

I stuck with the writing, and moved from freelance back to novels, and that’s what my career has been the last three reunions—and for the one coming up. So, I suppose I have finally settled into a career—one I imagined back when I was fourteen. 

(Photo: During my time with Mountain/Hi-Desert Guide)