The muse coughs!

I finally have the next project I'm going to be obsessing over for the next few months.


It's a novel. No, I don't have a title for it yet, which is one of my problems--I just can't start on it without knowing that I'm going to call it. I also don't have an ending yet, which is another problem--I need to know where I want to wind up before beginning the journey.


It's going to be a horror novel with science fiction overtones, set on a spaceship in the distant future. Yes, it'll be Alien-like but hopefully that's where the similarities will end.


It's an idea I've had for a while, actually, but it was lacking one important thing--I didn't have the monster that was going to terrorize my intrepid band of explorers. The idea for one finally came to me earlier today, and it's a doozy, I think. Should scare the holy crap out of most of the people who read this thing.


So, I'll be mapping this thing out, thinking about it, plotting it out over the next little while, before I sit down to write it. I've got most of the cast of characters thought out, and I've actually written down their names and a little bit about who each character is. I've got the Universe they'll call home developed, the rules thought out, the culture and the conflicts all mapped out.


The muse coughed, and I listened, dammit! At least, I hope that was a cough . . .