When I told a friend last week that I had written at least a few chapters of more than 7 different novels over the last year and a half, he joked that I should go on some kind of Ritalin-like drug, since that seemed like some weird kind of attention deficit disorder to him.
But the problem is really that I can't seem to figure out what kind of thing I want to say. Different stories and characters pop into my head and I sketch them out but I don't pursue the deeper building that's supposed to follow that up.
After reading a lot of writer's advice articles, I think it's that I'm afraid to say what I really mean. And so after the part where you set things up, there's the part where the real conflict comes in. And I keep shying away from that, from sharing the real conflict or the real feeling. Which kills the story.
It's probably not a coincidence that the two stories I got farthest with were the two most mannered ones (a very period swashbuckling novel and a very farcical vampire novel).
Eh. I'm feeling un-accomplished tonight.
But the problem is really that I can't seem to figure out what kind of thing I want to say. Different stories and characters pop into my head and I sketch them out but I don't pursue the deeper building that's supposed to follow that up.
After reading a lot of writer's advice articles, I think it's that I'm afraid to say what I really mean. And so after the part where you set things up, there's the part where the real conflict comes in. And I keep shying away from that, from sharing the real conflict or the real feeling. Which kills the story.
It's probably not a coincidence that the two stories I got farthest with were the two most mannered ones (a very period swashbuckling novel and a very farcical vampire novel).
Eh. I'm feeling un-accomplished tonight.