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14 years ago
I'd like to start by saying that I have returned from vacation. Fun times were had by all, at least up until this morning when I was forcibly knocked unconscious and robbed.
By that I mean I had my teeth pulled. Yes, my last two wisdom teeth were finally extracted from my mouth. I feel like a free woman. Or at least I will when I no longer need to pop Vicodin every four hours.
But I digress.
I've come to the conclusion that I have simply too many things to write about and not enough time in which to do it. Story ideas are constantly floating around in my head, and half-formed characters speak to me in my dreams. Not really - that would be cool, though. The point is that once I show a project to someone I never finish it. Relative Sanity, for example; as soon as people started reading it and a publisher wanted to publish it, I got all "Nurr, bored," and quit writing. Unfortunate, because I rather enjoyed the story. If I were to go back to continue, I'd change things. Maybe not a lot, but enough to once again make it refreshing for me to work on.
In any case, I find myself being drawn to other ideas, other stories, other locations. I've been chipping away at a bondage story for The_Grey_One that I started a good year ago. I have vague thoughts of a shark-girl. I'd love to tell the tale of the human girl and the werewolf, or of the town that sacrifices virgins regularly to escape the ire of a dragon. I have a medical horror / thriller in the works, and another piece that deals with a variant form of incarceration (I have a thing for prisons, I guess).
And what of Zel? My first ever RP character, Zel was - is? - the woman that I wanted so very badly to be. Her tale, indeed the tale of the tavern, is alluring and dark, exciting and driven, filled with betrayal, regret, love, and angst. A fantasy soap opera. If I were even to begin to describe these characters or the story I could write for a year and still not tell it all.
I suppose my point is that I have no idea where to begin. In not knowing, I never do. My work and thoughts sit idly by while I ponder how to start, wasting precious time and wondering if I'll ever finish a single project.
I don't know how to proceed.
Also, mangos are delicious.
By that I mean I had my teeth pulled. Yes, my last two wisdom teeth were finally extracted from my mouth. I feel like a free woman. Or at least I will when I no longer need to pop Vicodin every four hours.
But I digress.
I've come to the conclusion that I have simply too many things to write about and not enough time in which to do it. Story ideas are constantly floating around in my head, and half-formed characters speak to me in my dreams. Not really - that would be cool, though. The point is that once I show a project to someone I never finish it. Relative Sanity, for example; as soon as people started reading it and a publisher wanted to publish it, I got all "Nurr, bored," and quit writing. Unfortunate, because I rather enjoyed the story. If I were to go back to continue, I'd change things. Maybe not a lot, but enough to once again make it refreshing for me to work on.
In any case, I find myself being drawn to other ideas, other stories, other locations. I've been chipping away at a bondage story for The_Grey_One that I started a good year ago. I have vague thoughts of a shark-girl. I'd love to tell the tale of the human girl and the werewolf, or of the town that sacrifices virgins regularly to escape the ire of a dragon. I have a medical horror / thriller in the works, and another piece that deals with a variant form of incarceration (I have a thing for prisons, I guess).
And what of Zel? My first ever RP character, Zel was - is? - the woman that I wanted so very badly to be. Her tale, indeed the tale of the tavern, is alluring and dark, exciting and driven, filled with betrayal, regret, love, and angst. A fantasy soap opera. If I were even to begin to describe these characters or the story I could write for a year and still not tell it all.
I suppose my point is that I have no idea where to begin. In not knowing, I never do. My work and thoughts sit idly by while I ponder how to start, wasting precious time and wondering if I'll ever finish a single project.
I don't know how to proceed.
Also, mangos are delicious.
Doctors are scary! ... and thats why I wanna hear the story! :<<<
OH GOD WHAT IS WITH THIS PRISON THING?!
I have a fascination with inmates. I really do. Not the petty ones, but the violent / psychotic ones. Serial killers fascinate me. I have to know why. I suppose writing lets me get to that truth, to get inside the mind of the killer and decide why he snapped, why he killed, why he raped and tortured. Which leads to a lot of research on serial killers. Not always the well-known ones - there are plenty of violent, heinous crimes that aren't as notorious as Dahmer or Bundy.
But yes, I find this medical angle extremely disturbing. The fact that the events could - and have - actually happened could make the story that much more horrific.
Thank you for professing interest. It gives me drive to work on it.