In that post, I mentioned that I wasn’t having any problems with writer’s block. In fact, at the moment I seem to be having the opposite problem.
I’m not sure what you’d call it. Writer’s unblock? No, too boring. Writer’s diarrhea? That’s kind of disgusting.
Whatever you might want to call it, it’s still a problem. I just can’t stop the ideas flowing. At the moment, as I’ve already mentioned more than a number of times, I have three works in progress:
- The new Neville Lansdowne story
- My detective story
- My other YA-ish fantasy story (to be honest, I’ve got no idea how to categorise it).
That’s three different stories that are constantly percolating through my head. Three different sets of ideas. And that’s not all.
Every day, no matter what I’m doing, I’ll get more ideas coming in. Ideas for long stories and short stories and stories of any length in between. When I’m sitting down to eat or travelling on the tram or (especially) when I’m trying to get to sleep, they just creep up and pounce.
I don’t know what to do about them all. I try to keep records and write them all down, but I know I’ll never get the chance to work on them all. And when you get so many, it gets really hard to figure out which are the good ones worth following up and which are the ones better left alone.
I need more time. I need another me, so I can get more work done. I need my brain to just slow down a bit and stop throwing all these new ideas at me.
I think what I really need is a good dose of writer’s block.
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