Novels are my agenda for life, as are short proses and maybe the odd screenplay one day. I've recently finished a manuscript, working title is Oracle, which took me five weeks to get down. That's a personal best for me, and now I find myself wanting to write another with a few of the same characters frequenting a little place named Thailand. We're going global now.
But here's a major point of this rant - sometimes the stops we've looked the least forward to making can inspire a hundred pages. Back in '14 the tour I was on stopped at Koh Phangan, the Full Moon Party Island. After a full on beach party, in which much kerosene was wiffed, I was left most certain that I wouldn't return (ironically I didn't mind the dead party we attended on night one - very quiet).
But still, it's these unexpected gems that get the pages worded and give the characters in our heads a place to call home. It's not just places either; I've met my share of people from around the world who have given form to characters and stories themselves. I met a carpet weaver in Morocco; I couldn't speak her language and she couldn't speak mine but her silent standing has given me plenty to work with.
Some may seem insignificant (hell, you might not look at them twice!) but should the day come where there's a book with my name on the cover they'll mean so much more to me. I'll be skipping back to them with a smile on my cracked face going 'I love you, you place!'
Don't ever underestimate the steps you HAVE to take. Never do that. You might just come out on top kiddies. I'll let you know when I've reached it myself.