Wax. Poetical.

There's a part of me that thinks I should be more prolific in my writing up here.

I do a lot of that writing thing and this blog does no justice to that fact. I write nearly constantly. I often have so much verse in my head that my damnable fingers can't keep up and I invariably miss words, phrases, even entire sentences due to the digital lag. ("Digital"; meaning "of the fingers" not "data stored in the form of numerical")

Scenes pop into my head and need to be described. Characters appear and have voices that speak, shout, cry, laugh, and various othersuch; and they demand to have their musings set to paper, digital or otherwise. ("Digital"; meaning "data stored in the form of numerical" not "of the fingers" this time.) These are usualy characters that I've previously thought up and now they have more to say. This gets tedious when I'm attempting to edit a completed work. It happens all too often: two different screenplays open in Final Draft, plus my textual sketchpad -in the form of Microsoft's Word- glowing in the background. All of them demanding my immediate attention.

I've never understood writers who say they are "done". If you're done, you're not a writer. At least, you're not any writer I've ever heard of. There is always more. And if you've done your job as a writer, the reader wants more. Which is where sequels and prequels and spin-offs come in.

In the case of one current project, I already have one screenplay completed, a second one started, and the main plots for the remainder of the series jotted down. Plus, I already have a spin-off premise. I started fleshing out the spin-off but there is too much else going on.

There's just not enough time to get it all out.