There’s a story or stories that’s been going on for the fourth year in my mind. The plot(s) is massive and well-thought-out but everything is riddled with holes in the middle, to the extent where I could not attempt to write it down without it being as disorganized as my thoughts (and, to be honest, clutter in my mind is easier to handle than clutter on the drawing board). Such is the life of a writer/artist, though I recently reduced the load immensely by inventing new mediums.
There’s a story or stories that’s been going on for the fourth year in my mind. The plot(s) is massive and well-thought-out but everything is riddled with holes in the middle, to the extent where I could not attempt to write it down without it being as disorganized as my thoughts (and, to be honest, clutter in my mind is easier to handle than clutter on the drawing board). Such is the life of a writer/artist, though I recently reduced the load immensely by inventing new mediums.