Truth be told, I’ve had little story ideas for years. Many of my friends have also had some really great ideas for stories for years, even decades. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve hung out with people that I’ve gone on communal tirades over how modern authors suck and how the movie industry doesn’t say anything that truly speaks to the soul; all with some exceptionally vague plan to one day set it all right with our obviously vastly superior abilities.
Yet, nothing has come to fruition. NOTTA! Zip, zilch, nothing. And that’s not just for me, that’s for everyone I know (save that one over productive asshole that makes everyone look bad). And the sad fact is that I know exactly why. Continue reading