It's weird how my creative impulse works; it flits from topic to topic like a butterfly, landing on one just long enough for me to get interested, then flies off before I can get anything accomplished.
This past week, I've been interested in sword & sorcery, largely due to Return of the King I imagine. In the weeks before that, I was interested in my new Michael Macbeth novel idea, probably the lingering effects of rereading Prisoner of Azkaban and watching the preview for that. Suburban Jungle is not particularly prominent in my mind right now, taking something of a vacation while I think about other things, but I am aware of it bubbling quietly on the back burner.
I happened to remember today the Soloman fragment, "The Stones in the Desert," which has been posted in pieces in my LJ previously. In some ways, the story of my writing is all right there: interesting character, cool hook and setup, absolutely no idea where it's going, and never finished. I came up with a plot to graft onto the beginning I wrote, but then when the time came to write it, I found I had no interest in it whatsoever -- not that I wasn't interested in finding out the ending to the story, I was! Just that the ending I came up with, didn't satisfy.
At least with the new Michael story, I have the ending worked out -- it's just that I have to come up with a beginning and middle that lead to it!
I wish I could figure out why I have so much difficulty with the plot part. Characterization, setting, and prose are easy! But coming up with what happens, that's the tough part!
Edit: Addendum. I wonder if maybe I'm trying to hard to be brilliant. Maybe I should start with "not bad" and work it up from there. A lot of stories that I've enjoyed tremendously (Robert E. Howard in particular), were nothing all that special really when it came to plot, but were told in such a pleasing way that it didn't matter.