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Dear new story idea,
I don't know you.
You make me uncomfortable and deeply unsure of myself.
I'm not even sure I like you, to be honest.
You're awkward and undefined. When I ask questions of you, you never have answers. You just have vibes - dark, angry, frightening vibes.
But the little glimpses you give into what you're all about - they're exciting and intriguing so I'm hanging around you more than I should. I have work to do, other stories, stories and characters I know very well that need me to finish them, to be their best selves.
And you're distracting from all that.
Who invited you here anyway? I didn't ask for this. Didn't ask for you. Yet here you are, getting in my face and asking for my attention when I don't have the time or inclination to get into it with you.
No. I don't think I like you very much at all.
And even if I did like you, and all your magical flourishes, fascinating mysteries and interesting characters, even if I LIKED all that - I have more than enough other stories on my plate.
I simply don't have time.
I'm just one person! Don't you see this isn't just up to me? This is mortality talking!
Begone, new story idea. I don't want you.
