So—for the past few weeks, I’ve been stuck.
(And also, from your perspective, absent. But never mind
about that. I’m back now.)
The villain of the piece, the guy I threw in at the
beginning just to make everything go wrong, the one whose motivation and
personality were supposed to just come together over time—well, he didn’t.
I’ve tried switching to other projects, which is, as you all
know, my go-to problem solver. I’ve tried making up random stuff—after all, the
Awful Space Opera was born out of making up random stuff, so it should continue
to grow that way, right? But somehow it doesn’t. It’s like trying to turn stem
cells into a new eyeball instead of a new person. It should work in theory…
I’ve tried distracting myself with blogging. I’ve tried
taking breaks.
Really long breaks.
Do I need more coffee? No, this cup’s still half full.
Maybe I should make more for after I finish it though.
And I should eat something.
But nothing has helped. So now, all I do every day is
re-read my draft, skimming quickly over the awful villain’s bits and gnashing
my teeth. Maybe his motivation is that he wanted to write a great novel and
couldn’t, so he just started killing people and taking over the world instead.
Alternately, he could feel like a misunderstood loner. Or
maybe it’s something something something Corporate Greed.
Ah well. It will all sort itself out.
