Don't you hate that? Those nasty new ideas that come rushing in and try to take over the perfectly good ones you're already working on? They're new, shiny, and want to be played with. They beckon like a sea siren, "Come with me, swim with me, love me..."
And it takes all of your will to resist them. "No, I have this novel I'm working on, I'm half way through it..."
"Yes, but does it have fins? I have fins. Don't you want to touch my fins?" asks the siren muse.
You do. You totally do. You can't help it. They glisten in the sunlight like trophies from Heaven. But, at what cost? A day's work? A week's work? A month's work? Pretty soon you're falling behind and the old novel, well, it gets older. And the new idea, well, the light's fading and it doesn't look so promising any more, does it?
And wait, what's that you hear? Gasp. A new idea. This one is all sparkly, snarky, and sexy. How can you resist these new words that pop into your head, the voices that speak louder than the old ones, the scenes that play before your eyes like an academy reel?
How indeed? If I knew the answer, I might have finished my book by now...so for you mages of wisdom out there, how do you resist the siren's call or don't you? I'd love to hear...because otherwise I might have to answer the voices that beckon me.