A waste of a Saturday night

Well, I was hoping to get some writing done last night, but I was so torn about what to do with my latest WIP that I was creatively paralyzed. As I sometimes do when I'm stuck, I cranked some good Fleetwood Mac tunes on CD and let my fingers hovered over the keyboard, willing them to move, to type something - anything! - but I kept having this argument inside my brain every time I came up with an idea. It went something like this: Brain: "Do you really want to add that scene?" Me: "Yeah, it's a good one." Brain: "But what does it have to do with the conflict?" Me: *sighed* "Oh, okay, maybe I could write another story and add this scene then." Brain: "Using the same setting - the beach?" Me: "Yeah. Why not?" Brain: "Boooooring." Me: "Okay, then I'll add it here somehow." Brain: "It'll look a bunch of disjointed scenes." Me: "Well, excuse me if I can't write in linear form." Brain: "Oh sheesh! Is that the best you can come up with?" Me: "I'm trying my best, you know!" Brain: "The story is fine the way it is." Me: "No, it's not. I need to crank up the heat." Brain: "You're obsessed with this story, you know." Me: "Oh, shut up!" Great! Just what I needed - an opinionated mind. *snorts* So after spending hours sitting before the computer, all I had typed was "lalalalalalalala" like a gazillion times. So I gave up and went off to watch some TV.