Moving across the country has a way of having very little impact on your life. But you know what does? Am idea too good for its own good. You read correctly, yes - I'm complaining about having too good of an idea.
One of those earworms that whispers new, exciting segments of emotion-filled scenes causing driving you to completely upend your very careful (and colorful) schedule. Social life? Nahhhh. Posting online in a weird little corner of the internet? Psh, okay, nerd. Some ideas just need to come out before the world ends and your hands fall off from some fresh new chemical in the water.
Now, I'm at the point where every other project that I'd had planned on completing by 2030 is another five years behind schedule and I don't even want to look at a calendar any more. On the other hand, my idea is out and very, very satisfyingly messy for a first draft. Having gaps allows you to really make sharp turns, planting bread crumbs and pushing envelopes at the same time. The project itself is a TV series, so I'm sure it'll be nice and soulless by time/if it ever sees the light of day.
As far as the near future is concerned, I'm back in the saddle of the schedule I'm now totally expecting myself to keep. Will I be disappointed by the winter snows falling and my to-do list still stuck in late summer? Hrm, yeah probably - but I don't smoke, kill, slap, fornicate with the wicked, nor shun sinners to blow off steam. Might as well just shut up and keep writing, right?
Competitions have been sorely, sorely lacking with none of them really inspiring me, so I'm behind there too. Not the end of the world, but I see my Victory Laps section as barren and I want to kill a fictional character to satiate my bloodlust. Instead, I'll just start building and re-building again, this time with miniature sets and the tears of strangers.
Don't judge me - I won't cause the tears. Just put them to good use.