I’ve been listening to ‘Dancing For The Rain’ by Rise Against for the last three days. Not non-stop, but it’s made frequent appearances in my playlist rotation. I’m infatuated with the song, and I used it to write the end of my most recent WIP revision. And I love the end of this story, and I never love how my stories end.

Problem is, I don’t love the middle. It’s going down the same path as before – it’s boring.

Speaking of, after yesterday’s debacle, Scott has agreed that if I let him come back, he’ll be more himself. I still haven’t decided the nature of his relationship, but after the mouthing off, he’ll probably end up single at the end of the story. Though I may introduce him to someone cute in LA just before it all concludes. Whether or not he has anything to do with Max is up to Zach at this point. Because I already know what Max’s answer is – she and I discussed it depth last night.

/tangent

So my story is boring. I can see it happening. I cringe when I write it because it’s so bad. And to fix the issue, I’ve imposed a novel revision hiatus on myself. I don’t read enough. I’m so out of the loop right now that I don’t even know if anyone writes contemporary fiction from the POV of middle-class white men in their mid-late twenties. Think…’Microserfs’ or ‘High Fidelity’. Does anyone write books like that any more? That’s what I’m going to discover.

At the same time, I’m going to watch the new ‘Wall Street’ movie this weekend, along with ‘The Social Network’ because I have to know how someone makes corporate America interesting enough to be that kind of movie.

And once I’ve innundated myself with these things, then I will return to writing my story.

What do you do to refresh your ideas when it seems like even your favorite thoughts fall flat on paper?