I enjoyed the experience so much, I decided to recreate it the next year. As often as possible since then, I've tried to start a novel during Thanksgiving. Hidden Talents, True Talents, and My Rotten Life all started that way, as did several unfinished or unsold novels.
Some years, the stars just don't line up right. This year looked like one of those. I'd been working sporadically on a novel since July, trying to build up momentum. I'd also played around with several ideas. One of the ideas intrigued me, but it wasn't right for my current commitments. I did write several scenes to explore the concept, and felt that at some point, I'd return to the book. Then, while sitting in the passenger seat of my car, holding my daughter's dog in my lap, merging onto Germantown Pike from rt. 276, an idea hit. I realized I could combine the cncept that had intrigued me with another of the dormant ideas, which currently existed as nothing more than an opening paragraph, into something so much larger. It was what I call a "fire in the belly" idea. I knew I had my Thanksgiving project.
I'm older and slower than I was in 1994. I wrote about 1,000 words each day. But I got a solid start on the book. I don't want to share details, yet. I will say that it is an older book than the chapter books I've written recently. It will be for high school and upper middle school students. It's a fantasy. It won't be a quick one to write. But it's the right book to write. I'm excited.