My wife is also writing things. She does not write about mutant armadillos, though. In fact her latest story is one more about the adventures of a more idealized version of herself. Says she can't stop, that the characters have stories that want to be told and that they'll get mad if she puts them off for too long.
You wrote a thing, too. Almost 2500 words long and I don't know how long it took, but by the looks of things it wanted OUT badly enough that you didn't have the luxury of going back and polishing the grammar before being dragged onward to the next paragraph. Now I don't consider myself a Writer (though I
do consider myself talented with words), but I find myself wondering if the reason you are having so much trouble with Dill is because your brain has some other story that's getting tired of having its snooze button mashed because you're so focused on
Marsha Dill, Dill, Dill. Not that there's anything
wrong with Dill, just that someone
else wants a turn. A spinoff character story from the Dillverse, maybe? A completely unrelated story about a guy/gal who literally catches fire every time (s)he gets embarrassed, and the difficulties that can cause. All the things that a $20 bill goes through/gets used for from that first day when it is birthed from an ATM. A guy who works at a coffee shop who goes out of his way to somehow brighten
every customer's day, but who goes home every night to his mother's house where she heaps derision on him for not getting a
real job and then drinks herself to sleep. Or you could write about a dog that just really, really wants to go to the beach, so he learns how to drive. The possibilities are
literally endless. (heh)
I guess what I'm saying is...try some stuff. Write your dreams. Write
other people's dreams. Heck, write porn if you find it inspiring. If past experience is any indication (Mine, my wife's, that of friends and other family, etc.) and you stumble across a story that wants to be told, you won't be able to stop it from coming out. And if you get stuck, or can't figure what to do/where to go next, then move on to something else. A different story, reorganizing your
comics clothes, job hunting, laundry, sending a birthday card, pursuing a yoga career, helping someone move, whatever...the stories that most want to be told will be the loudest ones up front when you return to your keyboard, or maybe even just while you're brushing your teeth (keep a notebook handy wherever you go, I guess?).
There's even the possibility that you might find something else you enjoy MORE than writing. Painting, hiking, competitive eating, downhill skiing, community theater, origami, stop-motion animation, financial planning, playing the glass armonica, metalworking, or who knows what. You're not under any obligation to keep writing, after all, and if you discover that writing was actually just your tenth-most favorite thing, there is no shame in dumping it to take up some newly-discovered
sixth-most favorite. You don't "owe" writing anything, you don't have a quota or a deadline, your livelihood doesn't depend on it, and if it becomes something you cut back to only once in a great while without suffering
too much withdrawal, then that probably means you're coming out ahead.
To get back to my wife, again, she was obsessed for a while with
recreating each of the towns from Heroes of Might and Magic III in painstaking detail in Minecraft.
In Survival mode, no less (meaning she actually had to go mine the stuff she uses rather than just apparating it out of thin air). She put weeks, even
months into building faithful reproductions (within the limits of Minecraft's voxels) such as this:
I know it's not obvious (the perspective in the actual game art is ... inconsistent at best), but the golden dome on top of the building on the left?
Actual gold that she found and mined. She even made sure to use granite for the pillars on the leftmost building, just so they would stay pink. That tall, skinny castle? It has a working elevator inside of it, not to mention the time she spent scouting the location, preparing the land, building the roads that connect each of these towns...and she did all of this for
free, in her spare time (what there was of it). Nobody commissioned it, it just happened because it
would not be contained.
But then, two years ago, she just ... stopped. Burnt out, she said. But her last post talks about a love story she wrote. And she was always going on about the lore she imagined around the buildings she built.
And, some time later, she started writing. And she has not touched Minecraft
even once* since that last post. But she sure has written a lot.
Anyway, what I guess I'm saying is, write stuff that is fulfilling. But if writing does not feel fulfilling, then maybe you should move on to something else. Skeet shooting. Ships in bottles. Home brewing. Whatever it takes. If it does turn out that writing really
is that essential to your well-being, don't fret, it
will let you know.
--Patrick
*Well, except for some "Mommy come play in my world" moments where she has hopped on because our son wants to show off whatever awesome new thing he's made/copied from YouTube. These usually end up being 20-30min max, though, since our son is young and therefore not really much of a "team player."