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She was human he was an alien whose race had mastered the space time continuum.

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They were a couple from Los Angeles who staged their own death.

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It was Paris in the seventeen hundreds and he'd fallen in love with his house keeper who would forever have a spark of magic.

Why don't I ever get these full books completed?  They sit in unpublished shards.  Before one gets even half way completed there is a new story in my head.

New thought, horror novel, the conversation between the priest and the detectives who found the house on fire.

So many ideas, all in flight and where is my concentration and my focus?

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Comment by Tulpa461 on May 27, 2014 at 10:41pm

Thanks, it's hard to write the boring parts but then you know if those parts are boring the author, then they might bore the reader too.   But it's hard to get anything done if the ideas come too fast.

Comment by Machelle Irby on May 22, 2014 at 7:41am

hmm... I connect to the first one, and i have tried several times to write a story for it. This is somewhat silly, as this idea is the basis of daydreams. I become bored,  unable to continue to the action fast enough while i fill in the "boring" parts. 

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