Writers block.

I have a problem. That problem is noise. I listen to music to block everything out, actually, let me correct that, noise, interruptions, other people, just in general, being bothered while I'm in deep focus and someone comes up and starts talking to me. Or the pets start their bullshit up, or any number of other things, I hate it. I truly hate it, all I've ever wanted to do is focus on my writing, that's it!

That's all I've ever wanted to do, and it's a giant pain, because I'm working on a massive book series called "Sogno Della Dinistia" or "Dream of the Dynasty", a Action/Comedy/Drama/Stream of thought/Self insert/sci fi epic and I'm in the tail end of it. The last TWO chapters, after 13 years and various interruptions, I'm almost done with this beast of a novel series!

Where I'm having trouble is finding the thread again, picking up where I left off, because every single time, the story is always different. It's very depressing... Do any of you have a tough time with this? Where at first, it was very easy to get back on track, ignore everything, and just knock out a decent sized chunk of time  writing?

A few details: I have room mates, I have pets, and there's seemingly no time to just pack up and go to the local Starbucks anymore... God I miss that place, set up in the corner table, next to the window that faces the street. The traffic going by like a lazy stream, the people filtering about through the store, their drinks orders a dizzying variety.

Sometimes you'd catch the eye of a random passerby, your eyes hold for just a few seconds, a secret unspoken conversation happens, and just as soon as it started, it finished. They go about their day, you go about yours... I miss it. A lot of things are changing for me, distracting me. How do you keep focused after so long working on the same thing? How do you keep the fires going?  I usually write whatever comes to mind, introduce new characters. Sometimes long term, sometimes just one offs. I try to write mini plots within larger ones, small distractions till I'm locked on to an idea.

I'm inspired by my surroundings, by my view of the world, by the beauty around me. But now? I'm joining the Navy, I'm spending most days either studying, doing various chores, getting interrupted by room mates wanting to chit chat with me about bullshit I've no interest in, though it's not all bad.

My girlfriend inspires and encourages me to reach towards the edge of the unknown universe when it comes to my writing! Love her so much!

Sometimes, those little distractions lead to little creations here or there, little experiments on how this character grows or changes, or what a certain group could, would, or might do in one set of circumstances. I just miss the information flow, the inspiration to power through. How does one cope with the ever looming possobility that what you've spent a large chunk of your time working on, might never be appreciated by the larger public? Then again, my original motivations for writing this series were entirely different from what they are now.

Originally, it was to impress this friend of mine enough to where I could ask her out, I was pretty shy in college. Writing was really my only outlet, so I begin with writing a small short about a woman lost in her friends dream, they meet up over the course of a few months, have adventures, and at the end are pitted against each other by the friends lost memories. He ends up dying at the end.

It was only 25 pages long, and I want to go back and add more to it once I get done writing the tenth book, try to make a Mobius Strip of the series to where it's only after reading the entirety of it does the reader understand how the MCs, SCs, TCs, both protagonists, neutral characters, one offs, and antagonists got to be in the state they became. I used to write short stories that lead into the main plot as well, nothing major, just one or three paragraphs about one offs doing something or another.

God, those were the times. I actually decided on something a while back, that there would be three states of the Entirety, kind of like the average life cycle:

"Birth"

Everything's vibrant, rapidly happening, chaotic, things come into being and fade out, no one knows what's happening, all they know is that they have to keep fighting on and pressing forward.

"Maturity"

Now with a few adventures under their belt, with a knowledge of what to expect, things are slowing down, still not at peace, but still not as chaotic, there are larger things at play, more time spent trying to figure out what needs to be done to prevent this outcome or that.

"Death"

Now experienced, strengthened, with knowledge of the absolute limits of their own strength as well as that of their enemies, they press on, no longer fighting against one another, but focused now one absolute goal. Good, Neutral, Evil, those things don't matter anymore. Things have cooled down considerably, a resurgence happens, but not as meaningful or as powerful as the "Birth".

With these parts in mind, alongside the Mobius Strip idea slowly being implanted at various points, there's the gradual escalation of the size scale: Residence, block, city, state, country, continent, world, solar system, galaxy, universe, Dimension, Reality, Existence, Core of Everything, the Entirety.

Having reached the Entirety, and using that itself as a character, I sometimes write small conversations with the characters, no to the point where it becomes a constant, just a few sentences here or there between them and the Entirety, after which, their memory of it is wiped away and they continue on as if nothing were wrong.

what i'm having trouble with is the plot thread itself... How do you guys deal with it?