I'm quickly slipping into a maddening inner universe of innumerable universes. I've sort of lost the ability to tell a compelling story. I spend most of my time creating elaborate worlds, and character that are sort of displaced in both time and space. The character often end up jumping from universe to universe changing with the landscape of each world. I've been returning to a daily writing exercise in the hopes of getting myself back on the horse, but things get really out-of-sorts very fast. At this point I can count maybe 4 separate universes floating around in my head, partially scribbled on paper, or tucked away on napkins somewhere. I imagine that somewhere down the line I will sort of naturally mesh all of them together in an attempt to regain control of problem that isn't really that much of a problem.
Oh man, I know that problem... digging in and fleshing out whole universes... Every time I start geeking out on another one I remember this article from The Onion, and quietly close my laptop and step outside: http://www.theonion.com/article/novelist-has-whole-shitty-world-plotted-out-21193
Behold: the Arcbuilder Universe. It is: A bulletin board. A yahoo group. Dozens of fictional planetary systems in Celestia, which is how I found it back in like 2004 ...but as far as I can tell, a mere 5,000 words of prose. you are now aware that there are something like 200 novels set in the Battletech Universe.
I've recently started to work on my fifth world, to turn it into a literary RPG; you may think of it as book written by many people from their character's perspective, with a hint of GM interference where necessary. The other four are alive and kicking. I find it more productive to work on each world in bursts: once the ideas for one run dry, I turn my attention to another, where the river's been filling in the time.