megwrites

I have too many ideas, none of them panning out, and nothing is working right now. Yesterday and today were complete washes, although yesterday was a Research Day at least. I got absolutely nothing done today. Not even useful research.

Part of the problem, if I'm being honest, is a fundamental lack of confidence. Because I'm pretty sure that no matter what I write, it sucks like an electrolux. Thus, I feel like there's nothing I can do. I'm swimming on a sea of my own complete incompetence and I don't even have a compass to tell me which way's north, and oh, it's a cloudy night tonight.

I'm going back to working on the Tower!Guy, because it's over halfway done. If I can't do something well, I might as well do something complete.

The Wolfshorde is broken, in a deep, fundamental way. It's broken because I don't want tell another story about a heroine who discovers her hidden powers and her hidden past and her hidden parents and her hidden drama llamas. That's been done, and even I'm not interested in it. Also, it's similar to what's going on in the Tower!Guy story. But at least there, it makes more sense and isn't so abominably trite. There are so many elements of The Wolfshorde that I love, but I don't know how to work the story around the heroine needing to have undiscovered powers and a secret parentage she doesn't know about.

If I actually did as much headdesking as I feel like doing, I would give myself a bloody concussion. I am just that frustrated and COVERED IN BEES.

I'm going to bury my nose in Cast In Secret and maybe watch some Eddie Izzard and figure out how to unclog my brain.