I guess this is a writer’s #FirstWorldProblem but I have TOO many ideas. I can never just focus on one and make it the best. For me, I get ideas kind of like some people get triggered. I’m just sitting around and listening, and someone says something specific and all of a sudden I start thinking of how cool this or that is. It can be really obscure too.
Here’s an example. I was at my sister-in-law’s baby shower this last weekend, and one of the things we did was read quotes about babies and children to identify the giver of a gift. So the mom-to-be would pick up a gift, and the owner of the gift would read a quote. One of the quotes, and I can’t remember who said it, or really the whole quote, said something along the lines of “Having a child is like seeing your heart leave your body and walk around.” It was far more poetic than that, but I didn’t pay attention after I heard it so I’m sure I missed the ohs and ahs and Oh that’s so beautifuls. Instead I was off in my writerverse, careening around satellites and asteroid belts of once tested story ideas.
This time I landed on a barren city planet. It was the land that was barren, not the people. The cityscape was a modern marvel – towering skyscrapers so embellished with facades and buttresses that they couldn’t have been crafted by human hands. It must have taken years to build such a glorious fusion of gothic architecture, modern office space, and transportation. Underneath the shining white cones and parabolas of the skyline lay a dark secret. To the regular citizen, it was accepted fact that once you have a child, you are never seen again. It was as if the Hospital was also a mortuary, or a deliverance to heaven or Valhalla or what have you. The scientific term was heart loss. The physical act of breeding bonding two hearts into one – the one in the child. Once the child is born, there is no heart left in either parent. They are merely blank husks, ready to be discarded or reused. The hospitals, very secretive places endorsed and wholly managed by the Human Resources Corporation, hid what happened to new parents. Everyone assumed it was for modesty or to shield them from some horrific happenstance. What exactly does HRC do with them? Is it coincidence that HRC also manages job assignments and role classifications?
I really like this idea. HRC is suitably evil but believable enough to be passed off as a force for good. There is much I can do with this.