I really need to finish at least one of these three.

You know that moment when you realize you’ve got stories that have been sitting incomplete for over a decade—and yet you keep writing new ones anyway?

It’s not always writer’s block. Not really. It’s not that you can’t write, or that you don’t know where the story should go.

Sometimes it’s worse than that.

Sometimes it’s knowing exactly where a story goes, and still not being able to move it forward. Because somewhere along the way, it either tangled itself beyond easy repair, or it quietly reached a natural ending—and anything beyond that would feel like forcing it back to life.

And the three stories I keep circling back to all fall into one of those traps.

Embracing Dark Desires. My Thundercats fanfiction, started in 2006, last updated in 2015. I stopped in the final act. I know how it ends. That’s not the issue. The problem is everything leading up to that ending—too many threads, too many moving parts, all of them needing to come together without collapsing the whole thing. I can see the ending clearly. I just can’t reach it cleanly.

We Belong to Him. My Dragon Ball Z fanfiction, started in 2011, last updated in 2014. Same situation on paper: I know where it goes, I know how it ends. But this one collapsed under its own weight. The worldbuilding demanded scale—long chapters, too many details, too many things to keep consistent. Thirty-plus pages at a time. It stopped being writing and turned into maintenance. And somewhere along the way, the desire to keep going just… wore down. Which is frustrating, because I still think the idea itself is solid.

Relic from the Seas. My Mega Man fanfiction, started in 2017 and left behind in 2018. This one didn’t collapse. It just… stopped. It reached a point that could pass for an ending, and then real life stepped in. A master’s degree. Then another. Momentum died quietly. And now going back to it feels less like continuing a story and more like trying to reconnect with a version of myself that isn’t quite there anymore.

So the real question isn’t just which one to pick up again. It’s whether any of them can actually be resumed without breaking what made them work in the first place.

And even if the answer is yes, there’s still the matter of time. The second master’s degree is still ongoing. There are other projects—writing in Spanish, a new short story collection, an anthology with introductory essays, and another collection I want to turn into my first publication in English.

So the stories sit there. Not abandoned, exactly. Just… unresolved.

And for now, that’s where they remain.