When I was a little kid and complained about boredom, my mom always told me that only stupid people get bored. I was smart, and thus needed to use my own intelligence to find a way to entertain myself. I have been making up stories in hopes of killing the boredom known as reality for as long as I can remember. And now I’m a writer. Maybe my mom was onto something.
But I’m bored. Right now, this instant. Totally bored. Does this mean I’m stupid? Probably. I’m still daydreaming a lot, but I’m making up all these pointless boring stories. I don’t even want to think about writing them down, because then someone else might read them and my boredom will spread to other people.
It’s tragic. I know. But pretty much all of my blogger friends are intelligent people. So can you guys help me out? What do you do to kill the boredom? And worse of all, how do you kill/transform your characters when they start acting even more boring than reality?