I hate this. For about a year now, I’ve had an awesome idea for a story setting, a situation involving a group of people arriving at that location — but nothing more. No specific characters, no plot. And it’s driving me batty. I even have an awesome title for it.
On the non-fiction side of the house, I think I’m going to pitch an article about my experience learning to build frames to a couple of the various cycling magazines.
So the writing plans for the near-term involve a pitch, and some brainstorming. Not very exciting, I know. But right now, it’s perfect — because my plate is currently pretty full.