I Just Got Bored
Sometimes I do that. I'll work on something for a pretty long while and then I'll get bored with it. Not even really bored with IT, per say. I will get bored with the feelings it engenders in me.
Scenes From Her Life has been "boring" me lately. I try to come here and write and not give a good hot damn and it has just become impossible. I have several different directions I want to lead these characters in, some involving amazing amounts of conflict. There are some problems in my doing this. (I have been less than forth-coming about the --er, um -- inspiration for these characters) and I have to do a little research in order not to make all of it seem a little too non-fictional. (Ya know, put the right people in the wrong places and vice versa.)
Also, Teddy just celebrated a birthday (in the story). I don't think I mentioned which one it was and I do not think anyone could imagine which one from the way the story will eventually work itself out (if I let it work out at all). She is older than she might seem at first glance. Her situation with her mother was nearly absurd in its depth of dysfunction. This is understandable from my point of view, but I'm not sure that an average reader will "get it".
I had intended for Scenes . . . to be something fun for me to work on when I'm not beating my head against the brick wall that is The Novel. For now, it's just become another wall, and I already have a constant headache.
It may continue. It may not. I may change it. I may not.
This was just a short note to let you know.
(Another post that I started more than a couple of days ago. I originally wrote the first part of this back on the 7th of January. I decided against posting it after I got into one of my who-gives-a-hot-damn moods. Now, I'm coming out of the mood and feeling the need to be Honest with myself and anyone else who stumbles down this particular dark corridor.)
