I did sit down to write last night. I really did. Had some pre-thoughts during the day to continue a scene. And I wrote maybe two sentences. Went back and read everything prior, (only 16 pages) and was kind of blown away to realize it's complete bunk. Boring as a tree growing next to a rock. And not a pretty tree, either, I'm talking ass ugly, and the rock is gray.
I don't quite know what to make of that. I'm sad because this was a story growing in my head for a long time, but down on paper it's just not doing it. It doesn't have enough behind it. And I think that's why I've had so much trouble getting back to writing it. And it was more serious than I normally write too, and I think I just need to stick to what's true to me. I have to write funny.
So now I find myself in a dilemma of trying to find another story to tell, because I need to be working on something. I have a seed growing, I have to go to jury duty today so I'll sit there and indict people while thinking on this idea. :)