Swinging at smoke…

Writing is hard.

It’s a very cyclical thing for me. It moves along in stages. What those stages are, how long they last, and whether or not I recognize them as they’re happening all vary on a case by case basis.

Right now I’m in the JFC everything is crap stage.

It happens.

I’ve spent a lot of time staring at my writing folder—like I do—trying to discern what I should be working on. Truth is, I really don’t know.

Once upon a time I went through and summarized all of my “active” projects. It was a lot more difficult than it should have been. And I’ve been trying to do an updated version of it with the current active list for…a long time. It’s an exercise in brevity and it’s incredibly difficult for someone like me who has a tendency to ramble incessantly, especially when it comes to talking about writing.

I want to write a brief summary of the plot, a few notes on where my brain is at on the given project, and a snippet of text from the actual story. Problem is I could go on for hours about each one when “summarizing” the plot. (I might need to lookup the actual definition of the word summarize, because clearly it doesn’t mean what I think it means.) As for where my brain is at with each one, a lot of it generally comes out as fuck if I know. And when it comes to pulling out a few lines of text…I want to take paragraphs.

And then I have a twenty-thousand word post.

Give or take.

I’ve considered doing an individual post on each one in a series. Then I could ramble all I want. But it’s supposed to be about brevity. And while that’s clearly not one of my strong suits, that’s what I want it to be.

So as it goes with everything in writing, I keep hacking and slashing until it resembles something I’m more or less okay with.

Or I shove it back in the drafts folder and forget about it for awhile.

Fair warning…this whole thing is five-thousand-some-odd words. (The last one I did was 3000+…so…)

So much for that whole brevity thing, I guess.

Hey—it’s fairly brief commentary for each story. But once you pile them all together…

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Trying to figure out what to do…

I can generally tell how invested I am in a given writing idea based on how much time I spend designing house plans for it. If I build from the ground up, as opposed to reusing an existing plan, I’m usually on the fixated side of the fence.

No, no. More than usual.

The gears are grinding on an idea that has been around for quite some time, but has gone through several incarnations—different characters, slight modifications on their circumstances, so on, so forth—because I can’t make up my mind how I want it to play out. Technically I could (and probably will) go with each incarnation as a story on its own. Two people reconnecting after several years of living far apart and realizing Whoa, hey, ROMANCE! There are currently four different active versions of this idea. Each one of them has its merits for different reasons (though one stands out over the others as having the most potential to actually get finished), but apparently I keep coming up with different characters for this premise to revolve around. Why? I have no idea. It’s not the most exciting plot over here. But it’s one that’s been on the brain a lot for inexplicable reasons lately.

Probably because I’m grasping at straws to combat the relentless writer’s block.

In the meantime…

The official trailer for Rooster Teeth’s full-length sci-fi comedy movie Lazer Team is out.

I am so stupidly excited for this movie.

Because Rooster Teeth.

Always.

Also, Burnie Burns.

Totally on The List.

You heard me.

What?

(Lazer Team official trailer.)

Here’s a confession…

If this movie had nothing at all to do with Rooster Teeth—done by any other production company—after seeing this trailer, I would have absolutely no interest in watching it.* It’s stupid humor and a lot of physical comedy that generally grates on my last nerve to no end. But because it’s Rooster Teeth…I’m all over it.

Because of reasons.

*Okay, I’d consider watching it with the sound off just for the aforementioned Burnie. (Though if he didn’t write it, I don’t think he’d be in it.)

I’m shallow.

I admit it.