In considering that happy medium that I was talking about, and (once again) thinking about 180 book ideas, I realized that there is no way I could have 180 ideas. I don’t think I could even have 20. I feel like I came up with all of good ideas for stories when I was in high school. And that I’ve spent so long working and editing those few ideas that I’m afraid I’ll never have another creative idea again.
I suppose I should be a little depressed by that. Was that the only time I was creative? In high school? I have a whole bookshelf of multi-colored folders with stories that I started in them. All from ten years ago. Some I even finished. So if I managed to make all of those ideas feasible and good, then why would I need more? That works for me. I’m somehow OK with that. The writing still happens–plot occurs, characters develop. So what if I’ve got no new ideas?