*slamming head into keyboard with every "*" *
WHY * CAN'T * I * JUST * WRITE * SOMETHING *
I sit down, I get the tab open, I click "quote", and I stare at the flashing cursor thinking "why?" Yeah, I could have Zarrock do some fighting moves but then what? What next? I have literally no idea what any of my characters should be doing at any time. I've lost all touch with their motivations, I have no clue what they should be doing or saying or where they're supposed to go. All I have in my head nowadays is like 3 or 4 really big scenes I want to write that are very far away in terms of plot and no clue how to get the characters there. I feel like the story is crumbling away in front of me. Most of the characters are doing NOTHING of any remote importance at any given time, and those that are feel forced and out of character. I have no idea what I'm doing anymore and it makes me avoid this place out of shame. I have no inspiration. I feel like I'm slogging my way through plot I don't care about just to get to the scenes I really do want to write.
My verdict on the current plot is that it's a disaster. It's all scrambled, the timelines don't make sense, the character motivations don't make sense, the story is not clear. Why hasn't Tyrin gone and attacked Agathar or Zarrock with all the Phoenix Guard? I have no idea. Why are Kale and Fin on another continent for no reason? Your guess is as good as mine. What is the point of Spindle again? *shrugs* How has Rinka's city not already been destroyed by the literal THOUSANDS of Shades that know EXACTLY where it is at any given time? If Agathar could decimate the Council Tree, the actual capital of the Pridelands, then how the actual heck has he not just burned down Rinka town? I. Don't. Know. What the heck are Tyrin and Dalkota even doing?! WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THE GIANT DRAGON IN THE BEGINNING?
I have lost complete control of this story train and it has CAREENED off track and EXPLODED in a violent fiery death ball of plot shrapnel and scorched dream debris. This is why I can't bring myself to reply to anything anymore. I've lost it. I'm just making things up as I go and it's horrible and confusing.
WHY * CAN'T * I * JUST * WRITE * SOMETHING *
I sit down, I get the tab open, I click "quote", and I stare at the flashing cursor thinking "why?" Yeah, I could have Zarrock do some fighting moves but then what? What next? I have literally no idea what any of my characters should be doing at any time. I've lost all touch with their motivations, I have no clue what they should be doing or saying or where they're supposed to go. All I have in my head nowadays is like 3 or 4 really big scenes I want to write that are very far away in terms of plot and no clue how to get the characters there. I feel like the story is crumbling away in front of me. Most of the characters are doing NOTHING of any remote importance at any given time, and those that are feel forced and out of character. I have no idea what I'm doing anymore and it makes me avoid this place out of shame. I have no inspiration. I feel like I'm slogging my way through plot I don't care about just to get to the scenes I really do want to write.
My verdict on the current plot is that it's a disaster. It's all scrambled, the timelines don't make sense, the character motivations don't make sense, the story is not clear. Why hasn't Tyrin gone and attacked Agathar or Zarrock with all the Phoenix Guard? I have no idea. Why are Kale and Fin on another continent for no reason? Your guess is as good as mine. What is the point of Spindle again? *shrugs* How has Rinka's city not already been destroyed by the literal THOUSANDS of Shades that know EXACTLY where it is at any given time? If Agathar could decimate the Council Tree, the actual capital of the Pridelands, then how the actual heck has he not just burned down Rinka town? I. Don't. Know. What the heck are Tyrin and Dalkota even doing?! WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THE GIANT DRAGON IN THE BEGINNING?
I have lost complete control of this story train and it has CAREENED off track and EXPLODED in a violent fiery death ball of plot shrapnel and scorched dream debris. This is why I can't bring myself to reply to anything anymore. I've lost it. I'm just making things up as I go and it's horrible and confusing.