Continued poking through the story slime . . . at least until about midweek, when I realized that not much was happening. I mean, sure, I found lots of interesting ideas, but after several weeks of this, I still don’t have a story. Seems like this novel project just doesn’t want to come out and play.
I suppose I could keep poking, maybe try to force it, but . . . nah. I’m looking for something that really thrills me, something that gets me excited and scared to try at the same time. And I haven’t found it yet.
With that in mind, I’m shifting focus to a different possible project, one that’s a bit fresher in my mind, being in the same continuity as From Earth I Have Arisen. Lightning hasn’t struck yet, but here’s hoping.
Sorry, Abandoned Potential Novel Project. The spark’s just not there. And I can’t just sit around waiting for you. I was born to run, baby, run. Maybe we can get together next time I come ’round these parts. No, no–don’t be like that, baby. No tears. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.
And hello, New Potential Novel Project. Buy you a drink?
No updates for Write Club.
See you crazy kids next week.
