Journal: Adapting Shakespeare

Now, I just have to remember where I left off last week. Sure, no problem. I'm all over that. Just got to take a quick look at what I wrote last week and carry on. Which would work if I was actually continuing the same thought as last week. In theory, it would work. Never can tell what will happen when time is let slide between typing jags. The problem, this time, is that I left off at a natural transition. I was done with that point. At least, I was as happy as I was going to get with it and prepared to let the point rest. Wait, no. I went off on a wild tangent. Sigh, I really should bother to look back over what I wrote last week. Okay, forget whatever I may or may not have said last week. I'm not going to bother looking it over and neither should you. We are carrying on to the next random topic I had rattling around in my brain and thought deserved some kind of airing.

I want to get some more writing done, and I don't mean the kind of dregs and random whatnot I have an unfortunate tendency to unleash in this here random assortment of unwanted things space. I'm talking about organized thoughts and stories. I want to write something. Continuation of The Faire Folk of Gideon would be nice. I'm not done with Drake. I mean, sure, I know I would be more-or-less content if the damn thing just died a slow and painful death right where it is. What can I do but fuck it up, right? It has an ending. Hardly a perfect ending but it rests in a place where it could stay.

The problem with The Faire Folk of Gideon is that I've now got expectations about it. Simply not the same balls-to-the-wall free-for-all that it was when I started. Anything goes, motherfucker. Not so much anymore. I'm worried it's developed a really bad case of gravitas or something, and I'm scared to death that the next step will seem like too much of a shallow adventure story. I mean, really, the next step is more-or-less a shallow adventure story, but I'm not prepared to just completely and utterly wing-it.