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It's like magic. While studying for the bar I had a bunch of story ideas percolating in my head, desperate to leap out that I couldn't devote time to.

Now that I have all the time in the world, glurge comes out. Either I sit in front of the computer and there's nothing* or what I do end up with is crap. I even give myself a few days distance before looking at it again only to agree with my prior assessment: totally soulless.

What's worse is I drive around and imagine things to sweeping music, but most of what I imagine lately is people standing heroically in front of impressive vistas. Which is cool visually but not so much a good story.

BRAIN, why do you do this.

*One of the oft-repeated bits of advice to writers is "just sit down and write." This is fine and dandy! But the days where I force myself to sit down and write are also when I produce the stuff most likely to be completely deleted and tossed aside (I am, according to friends, very ruthless about deleting entire 1,000+ word segments and never looking at them again except for maybe one sentence) because it was just bad. The first hill is "just sit down and write." Very few people ever discuss the second hill "make what you write good so you haven't wasted your time." There's something to be said for just getting into the habit, I guess, but guh.