Ok, this question may result in my summary lynching by some of my friends and family as well as any other writers who happen to read it, but I'm curious... with all the articles written about writers block, why is it that there don't seem to be any articles written on what to do when you have too many ideas to work on at once all clamoring to be written at the same damned time?
I know that this is perhaps an uncommon problem, as the main question asked of most successful writers (other than "Do you know Stephen King?") is "Where do you get your ideas from?", as if there were an eldritch art which once learned could be used to pluck the glimmering skeins of new stories whole from the ether. My problem has never been finding ideas, however... when I have experienced writers block, it has always come as a lack of impetus rather than a lack of ideas for stories. There have always seemed to be too many stories left untold for me to complain of not being able to come up with an idea for a story. Why not weave a tale of Hope, still left locked in Pandoras's box rather than loosed upon the world? Why not a tale of a boy born to be King in a country which knows no Kings, in an age when the sovereignty of the Land has been forgotten... a ruler only the Land itself shall recognize and take for its own? Why not a tale of the fine new homes that elementals and nature spirits might find in the gleaming metal and fiberoptics of the world of computers... a tale which blurs the line between cyberspace and Faerie? Why not tell a tale of the Spirits of Cities, sleeping restlessly and poised to Awaken and make their heart's known to those who inhabit them? Or a tale of misty dragons which cavort with the newest human-born children of the sky? These are less than a handful of the tales which wait to be told. And there are countless more, clamoring for someone to bring them to life once and again and again.
Call them refugees from Schenectady.
I know that this is perhaps an uncommon problem, as the main question asked of most successful writers (other than "Do you know Stephen King?") is "Where do you get your ideas from?", as if there were an eldritch art which once learned could be used to pluck the glimmering skeins of new stories whole from the ether. My problem has never been finding ideas, however... when I have experienced writers block, it has always come as a lack of impetus rather than a lack of ideas for stories. There have always seemed to be too many stories left untold for me to complain of not being able to come up with an idea for a story. Why not weave a tale of Hope, still left locked in Pandoras's box rather than loosed upon the world? Why not a tale of a boy born to be King in a country which knows no Kings, in an age when the sovereignty of the Land has been forgotten... a ruler only the Land itself shall recognize and take for its own? Why not a tale of the fine new homes that elementals and nature spirits might find in the gleaming metal and fiberoptics of the world of computers... a tale which blurs the line between cyberspace and Faerie? Why not tell a tale of the Spirits of Cities, sleeping restlessly and poised to Awaken and make their heart's known to those who inhabit them? Or a tale of misty dragons which cavort with the newest human-born children of the sky? These are less than a handful of the tales which wait to be told. And there are countless more, clamoring for someone to bring them to life once and again and again.
Call them refugees from Schenectady.