Writing original fiction is hard. I took a stab at it, got maybe a chapter done, but lost my work. That kind of killed it for me.
I can believe it. I mean, I've been wracking my mind for ideas for the past few months, and so far very little has solidified. Keeping things hammered down is a lot of work. (Case in point: my semi-original "Taking Out the Trash" story from 2020 took me pretty close to seven months to finish, and I don't feel like it was all that big.) For example, I know that I want to include Callista as a central character, but I don't want to use the version of her that I'd been using at Spamville and Muffinville. For one thing, her complete power-set is a bit much. For another: the fact that she started her existence as Curtis before being transformed by Stacy's death crystal makes sense for those locales, but without that context a lot of people are going to be giving me strange looks. So, step one was to reduce her abilities down to her speed, claws, and shape-shifting purse. Step two was to create an entirely new backstory for her where she was born female, never created the Infinite Defense organization after being mutated, and never got involved in the same level of tomfoolery that the original Callista did. This actually took me a week or two just for things to fully manifest. And don't even get me started on the setting.
