Null value

My brain has been kind of in a null state for the last couple days. Lots of wheels spinning, no gears actually engaging. Mostly just random surface level stuff drifting about the sea of my thoughts. Sort of at the 'left foot, right foot, left foot, etc.' level of processing right now. Mixed with occasional weird daydreams of story ideas.

Of all of my projects, three are currently active in my head:
Sci-Fi Space Opera Thingy - Has a beginning plotted out, an idea of ways to work the end, but the stuff in-between is simply dis-jointed scenes and ideas. Need to actually storyboard it out from the beginning and see if it actually comes to life and goes somewhere. Main cast of characters are pretty solid, but it is completely lacking in anything resembling a supporting cast right now which just doesn't work. The main characters are all so dis-similar that they each are going to end up with their own constellation of people around them that I haven't fleshed out yet.

Fantasy Steam-Punk Wagner'ian Thingy - Actually have four different stories with entirely different casts that all are somewhat related and are in the same setting. Need to choose one and run with it and stay focused on it until it gets near the point where they would all touch and see how it looks then. Geography is still a bit wonky on it. Need to sit down and try to rationalize it all a bit since as it is now it is sort of a mess sociologically, namely certain technological developments should have had social impacts that I didn't take into account and yeah... World-building crap.

Urban Shaman Dystopian Social Thingy - This ended up as three seperate ideas that I vivisected to get the good bits out and re-assembled into a staggering Frankenstein'esque story that actually looks to be a hell of a lot cooler then it would have been. It is waiting on me to get off my arse and do a bit of mining for research so I have some numbers to show just how freaking bleak it is going to be. Piece will be as much about style as it will be story I think.

But nothing is getting done on any of it right now. I can feel the hamster wheels not turning in my brain, which means Skippy and Bo-Bo have escaped out of my ears and neither of my cranial lobes are generated electricity. Come back little hamsters of brain-juice-generating, come back!