I had another story idea last night before I fell asleep – wrote it down, of course. I have six novels I’ve actually started writing, and I have at least another half dozen that I’ve either started plotting or need to start plotting, and a bunch more that are clamoring for attention. So, let’s say, about 15 or 20 altogether in that clump. And then I have another two or three hundred more ideas that are sitting in stasis called my computer. I don’t need any more new ideas right now. Okay, honestly, not that I’m really complaining – good ideas are always good. But geez, Louise, I need to get my existing ones done and out of here.
Maybe this is just a hint that I need to actually do something with the existing ones and quit wasting my time.
Some of the stories I’ve got lined up have been in line for a few years. They’ve been waiting a long time. I need to get them done and out to agents or publishers. It’s more than time I get moving on this.
Anyway, so the point is that I’ve slacked off too much in the past, but flogging myself for that isn’t going to do any good. I just need to make specific changes for the future that ensure I consistently work on my writing every day so I can finally get it all done.
Too many stories and not enough time?
And that leads me to something else.
I sometimes come across writers who say that they don’t know what to write about. They’ve only got one idea and they’ve already written it. Or they’re working on it or bored of it or something. But they’ve got nothing else. Or they might have two or three or something, but not very many, and they have no idea where all the ideas come from.
Ideas, for me, are cheap. I’ve got, like I said, hundreds of ‘em. I wonder why the ideas are so easy for me and so difficult for others? It’s curious.
Yeah, I don’t know either. I get them coming to me when I’m about to sleep, or from watching movies or such, or from something someone says, or from something I read in the paper, or from a book I read, or … There are so many sources of new ideas, and usually, they jump out at me so loudly it’s not like I could ignore them if I wanted to.
I don’t know. Like I said, I don’t get it. Ideas are easy. 
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