Ready or not.

I still haven’t managed to get any writing done.

I’ve been grumbling for months now, complaining about the interruptions to my schedule, trying to figure out how to squeeze a few minutes out of the day to get something on the page. Now I’ve got the time, and no idea what to do with it.

I have ideas. Loads of ideas, stories waiting to be written. Some are just a tiny fragment of a thought, or a character-tyoe that I’d like to write someday. Some are titles waiting for a story. Some are pages and pages of notes, detailing everything from setting to character to full-blown scenes.

And I can’t seem to actually start any of them. I keep looking at my notes, waiting for something to jump out at me, but nothing does. I really don’t think any of these stories are ready to be written yet. Or I’m not ready to write them. Even the best ideas—the ones with the most detailed notes, all written in a flurry of inspiration—are missing that final spark. Which leaves me in something of a bind.

I’m not quite sure how I’m going to handle it. I’m clearly not going to get anything written this week, but I hate the idea of going another week without putting something down. I’m tempted to start the next draft of Z.A.U., but I’m barely a third of the way through my first edit. (And I’ve already lived with that story for nearly a year. I need some time away from it.) I’ve got just over a month until Script Frenzy, so I don’t want to start anything too involved. Ideally, I’d like to have a draft done by April, and I’ll need to have something else ready to go when Script Frenzy starts.

I’ll figure something out—either start one of the stories, ready to be written or not, or I’ll just start typing and see where it goes. Monday.