Not really sure where to go next. Am waiting for inspiration to strike. I hate this part. It is exciting, in the abstract, to think that I can write literally anything. Writing requires no preparation. If you can put it down in words, you can write it. I could write about the romantic travails of a space slug on Io. Whole novel, just about a space slug. That’s awesome.
But actually I always have a ton of trouble finding things to write about. It’s not a question of, “Is there anything to write about?”
It’s more, “Does anything interest me?”
I assume something does. I assume I’ll find it eventually. But until then I don’t know…