You are forgetting to write about my adventures, period! You are forgetting to write about me at all. Why is your head so full of ideas that you cannot stick to one from the beginning to an end?
You know you will never be able to finish any project if you work like that. Naming the characters and outlining somewhat the plot is not enough. You are barely scratching the surface.
I am impatient you know, I won’t wait for you forever. Sooner or later I will disappear like a morning fog or some other ethereal thingy. Your head an store only so many ideas. Don’t let the ones that really matter slip away.
Let me live on the pages of your manuscript. Even if it meant and eternal life locked in a proverbial drawer of your desk.
Still better then disappearing forever. Still better then not existing at all.