Trying to read the signs in the goat's entrails

[sirhugs]

[this is a duplicate of my post in the AH. not something that I would usually do or encourage, but to me, this is an important question, so I wanted maximum coverage, and aspects of the post seem to fit either forum]

Assume for the moment that I have six stories left in me.*
My puzzle is whether to keep on churning out further chapters of the existing, and mostly the recent, story lines for sequels or additional chapters, or to I do the hard work of creating a new world full of new characters?

* this entire year, I've felt like I'm living on borrowed time. That is part of the reason what I have been so productive. Round numbers appeal to me and I was going to stop at 200 submissions (my next submission now) or 200 stories (I posed a few poems). It's about six weeks before I get an update on the prognosis, and though I feel my energy level declining, I have no way of knowing how long, or how briefly, I will have the stamina to write. And if I end up in hospital, their net nanny will block me from Lit. been there. tried that. So every decision I make seems like an important one, even though Lit should just be about fun.

*the second: if I suddenly vanish for a while, you can assume that I am in hospital. But no one in my support network knows I am on Lit, so if/when I die, you may never know. That wears on my mind.

 

[Rob_Royale]

Wishing you the best possible outcome.

 

[sirhugs]

Wishing you the best possible outcome.

Thank you
and what advice do you have about what I should be writing next? I have the one draft in progress, but after that, am afraid that I will go dry again, though I could try one of the suggested further sequels to either Violet or the Cassie stories, both of which suggestions have failed to arouse my muse thus far.

 

[Rob_Royale]

Thank you
and what advice do you have about what I should be writing next?

If you have a 200 submission plan, or fear this may be your last, then you should be writing the story that scares you. And I don't mean a Halloween story. I mean that story idea that has ben sitting in your noggin for years but it's so elaborate, so big you keep procrastinating on it, perhaps afraid you won't do it justice. God knows I have those thoughts.

Make it a stand-alone so that it stands out a the top of your list.

 

[SteelPoint]

All the best.

Write whatever you're comfortable with psychologically.

 

[sirhugs]

I'm thinking that I have enough to try writing a story based on the discussion in The Black Cloud once i finish the current WIP. We'll see how it works out. I hope that the young shrink is not on Lit, and if she is, that she does not recognize herself.

 

[sirhugs]

Still open to other suggestions, as if I go for 200 stories, I need about 7 or 8 more beyond what I have in the pipeline.

__________________

 

[KindredFlame]

Love you

 

[KindredFlame]

Sophia gave a quick, perfunctory knock before immediately using her pass key to override the lock and step into the room, causing Sir Hugs to inwardly bristle at this unwelcome invasion of his privacy. Standing around five feet ten inches, or perhaps a touch less, Sophia moved with an effortless confidence; her long, dark hair, usually constrained in a sexy, thick braid tracing the length of her back, swung slightly as she entered. Her excellent figure was immediately apparent, defined today by a vintage, throwback Black Sabbath T-shirt beneath which her gravity-defying breasts strained the material, the outline of her nipples often pressing sharply against the thin cotton fabric, while a pair of cropped jeans clung perfectly to the rounded curve of her arse.