I finished my 1st Nanowrimo & once the taste of victory finally dissolved in my mouth, the aftertaste of dissatisfication arrived. I like my story. It has potential should I decide to pursue it. The thing is it's all over the place. Once I re-read it, I discovered it's three completely different stories.
The first story consists of a demi-goddess and her husband. The second is an X-men type adventure. The final one is a love story. It is THE most sappiest, tear-jerkiest thing I've ever penned. Where it came from, I will probably never know. My muse is cruel like that.
There's my trouble though. I have three perfectly good stories that stand alone fairly well. Will I go through with them? I don't know. My past history says no. As soon as a story disinterests me, I bail. I leave it trapped within the pages of a long-forgotten notebook on or a flash drive & that's it. Poof. Non-existant.
A few friends have made it their task to push me into trying to get published. With their determination & support and my sense of hopefulness, maybe (just maybe) we'll all see them to fruition.