And now that I have fallen off the face of this earth for a sufficient period of time, I'm back, and better than ever...could be at any rate. We'll find out :).
Too many plots.
Too many titles.
Just too blinkin' many. Writing is my ambition, to be an authoress and an artist someday. But in the meantime, my mind tends to run rampant with scenes, plots, characters. So many stories that I want to write and to get out of my head and they push and they regretfully pass into oblivion because i know that if I started very single story that I want to, I wouldn't haven't time to write in any of them. I have enough on my hands as it is, my google docs home is now organized and I can see just how many stories i have in my life, and not all of them incredibly interesting, yet I have to keep going because in these dual-written stories, the riggies, I've made a commitment,and up to a certain point, yes, that commitment can be dissolved, but once my characters have interactions with the characters of someone else, it's too late to turn back, and that's perhaps the hardest part.
There's the stories that I love, ones that I plan and think about on a regular basis and can't wait until I can write the scene I've thought up in great detail weeks ahead of time. Only to have it taken away from me, and I realize that I can't have everything I want ;), so the scene is thrown out and regretted that I spent as much time on it as I had only to have the idea erased. But life goes on despite the failures to write the scenes I want, and they're replaced by better, if not more epic ideas that include my co-writers much better.
There's the scenes I plan, and change, and change, and change, and...yeah. Because after a while I get tired of one idea and try out another, like it better, and move on.
My endless characters, the ones I recycle, the ones I remember, even if I have to dig graves for them with my bare hands in the dust (R.I.P. Risa). But mostly I like to resurrect them and place them in a new story, a new world even, but they remain the same.
Actually, the character Risa is due for a ressurection sometime soone as one of the riggies is ended, trying not to have too many going on at one time, but me and my co-writers miss that story terribly, and I must say that she seems to come back and haunt me, I feel bad about Risa's untimely death at such a young age, but her story had something like 20,000 words of it erased and we didn't feel like getting it back on its feet at the time as we had lost a lot of good writing. But after five months or so, we've recovered, and feel very much like continuing.
On top of all this. There's there's the half finished projects on my hands Iron Heart/Silver Call, Will to Live (which almost reached 50,000 words, but then Nanowrimo hit and I couldn't seem to pick it back up, I'm re-mixing this over the summer), The Reality which is at a pleasant 20206, but at the moment I'm in a slow chapter that keeps bouncing from perspective to perspective and may turn out to be rather short if I can't find soemthing interesting for my characters to do besides argue (which is, admittedly, what they do best), and my plans for Lighthawks, a candidate for Camp Nanowrimo, and Safe House, another candidate for CN. I am currently active in nine riggies out of some thirteen (some of which are dead or merely "resting their eyes" but still in existence) and one drop-out.
So, you could say that my writing is what runs my life, and my brain, keeps me going alongside the mugs of coffee that I just so happen to be addicted too. And without that, I leave you, goodbye, I'm off to bungle a math lesson.
Monica's brain
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