Sometimes I really hate the way my brain works

So last night I started a new book I got over the weekend. It's a science fiction, and I haven't read anything in that genre in a while. I was a little hesitent to read it, since I usually get bored with science fiction easily, either because the science part goes right over my head, or the fiction part is poorly written. To my great delight, I really liked it. Sure, the science was a little out there, and I still don't quite understand it all, but the prose is just beautiful, and I had a hard time putting it down. Reading it made me want to write science fiction again. And, as my long time readers know, that never turns out well.

I was thinking about it today, and I decided to go through my flashdrive to see what all science fiction I already have, thinking that maybe there was something I could work on. I delved through the handful I have, not really seeing anything of worth, until I read through a two page document I wrote a while ago about turning one of my longest running science fiction story ideas into a TV series. I though about it, and my brain, like the dumb, flighty thing it is, immediately switched gears. So then I wanted to write a science fiction TV series, which is completely different from writing science fiction novels.

As I was thinking about it, I realized how futile the idea was, and so I discarded it, leaving me with nothing left.

Boo.

I really wish I could just write full time, and not have to worry about going to class or doing homework or studying or anything like that. Then maybe I could be a productive writer, instead of someone who quits their NaNoWriMo at 25k...