I tried working on a different story, but in the process I discovered an old outline I threw together of a story I came up with out of a dream, and I got sucked into that story. So now I've got two stories that are on COMPLETE OPPOSITE ends of the spectrum (for REALS), and my brain won't pick one to run with. They both have their allure, but I haven't been able to choose.
So I thought, "I'll read something." I perused the to read shelf (which grows by a stack of books each time I'm allowed into a bookstore), and picked a YA book I've been meaning to read for a long time but haven't gotten to yet. I won't say which one, but I got a few short chapters in and realized there was no way I could read it. I have really high hopes for this one and definitely plan to come back to it, but last night it just felt...stilted and overwritten.
And it doesn't help that my brain is still going "write! write! write!" and clapping its hands together like the monkey with the cymbals. I keep telling it I want to, and can it please choose an idea to stick to, but it's not interested in the semantics. It also keeps demanding bananas.
Add a busy work week and some family brouhaha to that, and you've got one tetchy blogger. Hello, hot cocoa coffee, feel free to work your magic.