About How I Reset the Plot So Many Times That It Fell Apart

My name is Aoli, and I’m a happy young guy. My daily routine is going to the tavern for a drink, getting into trouble, and flirting with girls. Life couldn’t be more comfortable. But I hear my old man wants to pull off one last big job before calling it quits…

If you ask me, he’d be better off taking small jobs every day and taking life easy. He’s always been like this, but I’m definitely not going. To hell with the job. It’s nowhere near as tempting as this fine wine.

(A story about a whole cast, with no single protagonist, set in an independent fantasy world with many races. A slow build! Not a mindless power fantasy. I was pretty lost when I started writing, and there are still quite a few issues. But at least I stuck with it.)