No surprise to anyone who knows me, but I love to pitch ideas. Big details, small details, little repetitive themes no one will ever notice, there’s no thought big or small that I don’t want to throw a million ideas at. I have more ideas than I have time to write. Half these ideas are concepts I’d prefer someone else develops. As much as I love to write, reading is my preference. If I saw more engaging imagination in print, I’d write a lot less.
I go to Writers’ Group foremost as a chance to deliver a bouquet of premises at other writers. There’s plenty else to enjoy and appreciate at our weekly meetings, but each week I’m most interested in hearing what others are working on and what I can cook up to help increase their narrative.
There’s always the worry. One day, I’ll ask too many questions, throw out too many ideas, or fixate on an idea I like but the writer who owns the story does not. Got to keep looking for those little tells, but thankfully (and please correct me loudly if this is wrong), it doesn’t seem like my barrage has annoyed anyone yet.
What’s best about the pitch is there’s no wrong concept. Nothing too strange, just a constant flow of ideas until we hit one we like. Free thought association that slowly develops a narrative. Sitting in a noisy coffee shop refining an engaging story to its best form. What isn’t rewarding about that?