I started writing semi-regularly four years ago. It's been fun, but the kinds of things I like to write (https://kiwifarms.net/threads/weird-terrible-books.61916/page-4#post-5517226) are more or less unpublishable through traditional means and would probably get me banned from every self-publishing platform if/when reported (already happened with Amazon fairly recently after four years without issues). While I'm still currently writing a book that follows in the spirit of the previous three and would prefer to only write such things if it were possible, it seems like there's no choice but to do at least one more "normal"/"accessible" book for every avant-garde vanity project. The only problem is I seem to be physically incapable of writing anything that even vaguely passes for "normal"/"accessible".
Every time I come up with a relatively straightforward premise, I can't help but twist it until it's no longer recognizable before I actually get motivated to commit to it as a long-term project. For instance, the book I'm currently writing was originally meant to be a fairly straightforward parody of Ethan Ralph and Andy Warski's abortive Miami trip from earlier this year, but once I actually went further than dipping my toes into outlining and writing it, I realized that just writing about them would've bored the shit out of me so I ended up turning it into a convoluted pseudo-visionary/metaphysical thing that's more about the nonsensical musings of a nameless faux-hippie third person narrator talking about them and another unnamed figure narrating a series of hallucinatory segments allegorically relating to the mundane events within each chapter. I like what it's turned into and plan on finishing it (currently about 25% done with the initial draft) but recognize that I'm repeating my usual pattern of not being able to give a shit about writing the kinds of stories that'd be seen as sane, coherent, or socially acceptable to any degree.
So the question is how do I motivate myself to at least intermittently manage stick to a premise that'll result in something at least vaguely resembling a normal book?
Discuss/mock
Every time I come up with a relatively straightforward premise, I can't help but twist it until it's no longer recognizable before I actually get motivated to commit to it as a long-term project. For instance, the book I'm currently writing was originally meant to be a fairly straightforward parody of Ethan Ralph and Andy Warski's abortive Miami trip from earlier this year, but once I actually went further than dipping my toes into outlining and writing it, I realized that just writing about them would've bored the shit out of me so I ended up turning it into a convoluted pseudo-visionary/metaphysical thing that's more about the nonsensical musings of a nameless faux-hippie third person narrator talking about them and another unnamed figure narrating a series of hallucinatory segments allegorically relating to the mundane events within each chapter. I like what it's turned into and plan on finishing it (currently about 25% done with the initial draft) but recognize that I'm repeating my usual pattern of not being able to give a shit about writing the kinds of stories that'd be seen as sane, coherent, or socially acceptable to any degree.
So the question is how do I motivate myself to at least intermittently manage stick to a premise that'll result in something at least vaguely resembling a normal book?
Discuss/mock