Rampet Ideas

I swear this one just came to me today, even if the title of this idea has floated around for a while. even then i have no idea what i'm going to do with this idea, for even after i write it, it'll need hard core adding, bare bones needing meat, as one of my grade school teachers said long ago.

and that's not to include the various other rampent ideas that come and go way to fast, like dreams that inspire but never feed.

My crave for writing some decent Fanfiction in the Transformers universe always comes with fragmented ideas that never carry out. my sucessful story, Strike, was meant to have a pair of prequels dealing with the past lives of Optimus and Megatron, and has not gotten very far. ideas of my Original Character having some sort of dislike for Prime has been around, but never fully expanded upon.

now i've got a story that i've been typing for the past day that is slowly losing it's flare, but something i want to try to work with. working very loosely with stories that are based between the backstories of the Live-action transformers films and that of the new animated series, Prime, i'm trying to created perhaps a sort of mystery about Elita, who had sent Optimus back some Crystal Roses he had given to her in their relationship... while at the same time playing around with a histroy about Optimus lost in his mind... but it's mainly about Elita's actions and being followed by my Original Characters, the Blind Sniper and his mate...

But with all the frame i'm putting together, there is very little meat. just one of those ideas i've started, worked with, and formed, only to lose it the closer i get to what i have established in my mind. unlike some stories, which i had the beginning and end with no bridge between, this one is only a beginning, with only a vague ending thought of but could change in a heartbeat.

And on the Original Works side, i want to explore a romance of a man trying to help a broken female who has become a husk of her former self, living only by working on semis for hours on end... but i do not do well with writing romance, it's just an idea that cannot find any ground to take root in. and poetry i once could create without thought have long since abandoned me, only popping in once in a very long while to inspire something.

so many ideas, so little to work with