Addison
Auror
This thread is for everyone who has wanted to tear up their manuscript, chuck it in the fire, take a hammer to their computer, or chuck their laptop out the window all to kill the story that's sucking the life out of you. The techno-dementor.
I've had several story ideas. Some are just little cut things I play with to get the engine running. Most are kinda...backburner projects. My main project is KILLING me! It came to me when I was a preteen. It went through several drafts as I was in my reading High Time, and learning about writing. Since then and college, there's been several drafts. Ten years since the story's -for lack of better word- conception the plot and characters and everything has changed, morphed, mutated and evolved. It's. Not. STOPPING! Character backstories and ages, the plot itself, oh my god. It's like five years ago in the grocery store and my kid sister's trying to choose between three cereals. "JUST CHOOSE SOMETHING!".
It's gotten to the point where, even today, all I can do is complete writing exercises. Whenever I open part of the actual story I'm grinding my teeth. Something between "Write, write the story...which story?" and the more common "In the sink or under my tire? How would Apple prefer to die?" It's like something in my brain has shorted out. Like technology around Harry Dresden.
I have done everything to try and reboot. I've read two books, working on a third, without working on my story. I've baked, cleaned house, exercised, gone to the lake. Nada. Tomorrow I'll try writing a completely different story, different genre and everything. Hopefully that will help. Maybe piss off the wizards and dragons in my head so they come back with a vengeance.
I've had several story ideas. Some are just little cut things I play with to get the engine running. Most are kinda...backburner projects. My main project is KILLING me! It came to me when I was a preteen. It went through several drafts as I was in my reading High Time, and learning about writing. Since then and college, there's been several drafts. Ten years since the story's -for lack of better word- conception the plot and characters and everything has changed, morphed, mutated and evolved. It's. Not. STOPPING! Character backstories and ages, the plot itself, oh my god. It's like five years ago in the grocery store and my kid sister's trying to choose between three cereals. "JUST CHOOSE SOMETHING!".
It's gotten to the point where, even today, all I can do is complete writing exercises. Whenever I open part of the actual story I'm grinding my teeth. Something between "Write, write the story...which story?" and the more common "In the sink or under my tire? How would Apple prefer to die?" It's like something in my brain has shorted out. Like technology around Harry Dresden.
I have done everything to try and reboot. I've read two books, working on a third, without working on my story. I've baked, cleaned house, exercised, gone to the lake. Nada. Tomorrow I'll try writing a completely different story, different genre and everything. Hopefully that will help. Maybe piss off the wizards and dragons in my head so they come back with a vengeance.