I apologize to all the stories I’ve abandoned. Here’s why.
A new, shiny idea comes along. Then I proceed to follow the glittery trail of a new idea. It’s hard coming back to old stories, especially when I fall in love with another one. Or even when I fall out of love with old projects.
I don’t know what happens next. Thanks to my non-existent outlines. Worse, my characters are lost too. Maybe I’d also benefit from doing character sketches.
I just need a break. Stories can get too real, too fast. Some distance is called for. Certain stories exhaust me.
I get bored. I love the honeymoon phase when I start a novel and everything’s novel. Pun very much intended. But once the novelty wears off, I jump ship.
I’m overwhelmed. Fortunately or perhaps unfortunately, I endeavour to write great, epic works.
I prioritize something else. I love writing. But at times, other things take precedence. And even though it’s important to me, my well-being is too.
I move on. There’s nothing wrong with that. I learn all I can from one specific story and go forth into the world to do bigger, better things. Let go. Move on. I rather not stay in one spot forever.