There's definitely a thread of similarity between each of the writing projects I've undertaken and all the ideas I have sketched and pinned out for future stories: I always write about artists. It probably goes back again to the golden rule: write what you know. I've found this rule to be true, and the funny thing about it is that whenever I sit down to write, no matter how far I try to imagine outside of the realm of my experience, I always end up bringing pieces of the familiar into my characters and stories. What's inside us wants to come out, no matter what.
Art is what I know. All my life, I've loved literature and writing and music and dance and theater and anything at all that had a streak of artistic creativity in it. Artists may paint with different brushes, so to speak, but in order to make something and feel an insatiable hunger to share it with the world, you have to have a certain something. I'm not sure what it is. Narcissism? Passion? Generosity? Obsession? Self-loathing? Maybe all of the above. I'm interested in artists because I love art, plain and simple. I can't imagine my life without it. I can't imagine a story that doesn't include it.
Lullaby was about actors (and sometimes-musicians). My new project is about a writer, an artist and a musician. And in some ways, an actor as well. Who knows what lies in store for future characters, but I can say for certain, they will create things. What they create remains to be seen.