It’s almost that time of the year, again–a year in which my creative productivity was virtually non-existent. Part of that was due to long work hours during the summer, but that excuse only gets me so far.
I was–am–uninspired. Bored. Every day, I have the itch to write. Yet, I don’t. Not sure where to go with whatever loose thread of plot I’m hanging on to. Not convinced with the epicness of any given idea. Simply terrible, nothing got me to pursue writing at all. Even tried the random world building exercise again, which I used to write Honeymoon, but with little inspiration. Just couldn’t nail down a setting I felt was worth exploring, making the initial effort seem like a one-in-a-million shot in the dark.
Hell, even editing any of my WiP just wasn’t in the cards.
Not that I didn’t do anything. I dabbled a bit in music production, messing around with vocal covers of some of my favourite metal songs (with what little equipment I can afford). That’s fun and all, but I should be focusing on the things I actually have a shot at driving into a carreer.
But enough with the whining: November is getting close. November means writing something new. Starting over. Just fucking doing it.
Of course, one of the main problems still remains: What to write?