Will someone please distract this stupid muse?

Argh!

I finished Rumspringa - for better or worse - and now have only the dark, kinda bleak, vaguely cyperpunk morality tale that is Dead Ringer rattling around my head.

I think my muse is bipolar, because now I'm getting this strong desire to write something that's more Lifetime-movie than SAW-movie.

I'm thinking something more along the lines of Rumspringa... maybe set in the late-1960s hippie era. That way I can bring the protagonist to the present and show how it all worked out.

I'm thinking "army brat" who loses a parent in Vietnam. Mom freaks and bails. Kid on the cusp of adulthood finds he's on his own. Then again, there was probably no better time to be a young person on your own than during the crest of the baby boom in the late 1960s.

I think this could go fun places. Lots of Forrest Gump-like brushes with pop icons of the past.

And no insidious cyberpunk badguys. The worst it could get would be Joe Friday-like FBI flatfoots.

Much lighter than "Dead Ringer"

Stupid Muse... why do you even OFFER me the Blue pill anymore?

...sigh...

I'm thinking of calling it "Summer of Love"

Will someone please distract this muse? I need to get some sleep!

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