I'm quickly slipping into a maddening inner universe of innumerable universes. I've sort of lost the ability to tell a compelling story. I spend most of my time creating elaborate worlds, and character that are sort of displaced in both time and space. The character often end up jumping from universe to universe changing with the landscape of each world. I've been returning to a daily writing exercise in the hopes of getting myself back on the horse, but things get really out-of-sorts very fast. At this point I can count maybe 4 separate universes floating around in my head, partially scribbled on paper, or tucked away on napkins somewhere. I imagine that somewhere down the line I will sort of naturally mesh all of them together in an attempt to regain control of problem that isn't really that much of a problem.