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Oh my god, you guys. Leftovers, that's all I got to say. Leftovers ftw. I am so full right now, full and sleepy. It's a righteous sort of full, all is right with the world right now, right here and now.
Anyway, I'm stuck. My latest story is moving along at a snail's pace, I only log maybe a sentence a day and that's pretty...sad. Especially since I was doing four-five chapters a week, sometimes that many a day. Oh fickle muse, come back! Momma needs some inspiration. Please please come back, I have candy!
/sigh, that never works....
It's more like I've reached a choke point in my story, not that I'm really stuck per say. I got lots of ideas for after this one critical point, but they all depend on this one area of story coming out just like I want it to, exactly the way I want it to. It's delicate and fragile work, this house of cards I'm building. This really shouldn't surprise me, it happened with all the other ones too. Climaxes, turning points are hard to get past but once you do, it's a downhill roller coaster ride and you just hold on for dear life and jot down the ideas as they sweep past, trying not to let them bludgeon your brain to death on the way by.
I wonder if other writers feel the same, if this involuntary reluctance has anything to do with not wanting the story to end. I felt an inkling of that, well, more than an inkling of that while I was writing Transcendence, right around chapters 13 and 14, like I just wanted to let it die right there so I wouldn't have to end it ever, but then my silly heart said, 'don't be so damn selfish, the story has to end. the story has to end so another can begin.' and then I said, 'you silly old bastard, what do you know, you're just a one pound chunk of meat and tubes.' And it replied, rather snidely I thought, 'stories are alive, and once you're done writing them, they don't belong to you any more.' I sneered and said back, 'i did the writing, they're mine if i say they're mine.' At which point, the damned thing had the nerve to laugh at me and I said, 'what's so damn funny?' 'you are. you breathed life and truth into a lie and it wasn't even a lie of your own crafting and now you wanna keep it in a box in the closet. how stupid, how stupid and cruel.' So then I felt shame and finished the story, so I could finally get the story out of my head and make space for new stories, like the one currently vexing me. And you know what, even if it weren't a fanfic, even if it was all original, I do feel that I might have done the writing, but they don't belong to me any more. I only borrowed the dream for a time, gave it shape so other people could see it and dream too. At least that's what I hope happened.
Anyway, I'm stuck. My latest story is moving along at a snail's pace, I only log maybe a sentence a day and that's pretty...sad. Especially since I was doing four-five chapters a week, sometimes that many a day. Oh fickle muse, come back! Momma needs some inspiration. Please please come back, I have candy!
/sigh, that never works....
It's more like I've reached a choke point in my story, not that I'm really stuck per say. I got lots of ideas for after this one critical point, but they all depend on this one area of story coming out just like I want it to, exactly the way I want it to. It's delicate and fragile work, this house of cards I'm building. This really shouldn't surprise me, it happened with all the other ones too. Climaxes, turning points are hard to get past but once you do, it's a downhill roller coaster ride and you just hold on for dear life and jot down the ideas as they sweep past, trying not to let them bludgeon your brain to death on the way by.
I wonder if other writers feel the same, if this involuntary reluctance has anything to do with not wanting the story to end. I felt an inkling of that, well, more than an inkling of that while I was writing Transcendence, right around chapters 13 and 14, like I just wanted to let it die right there so I wouldn't have to end it ever, but then my silly heart said, 'don't be so damn selfish, the story has to end. the story has to end so another can begin.' and then I said, 'you silly old bastard, what do you know, you're just a one pound chunk of meat and tubes.' And it replied, rather snidely I thought, 'stories are alive, and once you're done writing them, they don't belong to you any more.' I sneered and said back, 'i did the writing, they're mine if i say they're mine.' At which point, the damned thing had the nerve to laugh at me and I said, 'what's so damn funny?' 'you are. you breathed life and truth into a lie and it wasn't even a lie of your own crafting and now you wanna keep it in a box in the closet. how stupid, how stupid and cruel.' So then I felt shame and finished the story, so I could finally get the story out of my head and make space for new stories, like the one currently vexing me. And you know what, even if it weren't a fanfic, even if it was all original, I do feel that I might have done the writing, but they don't belong to me any more. I only borrowed the dream for a time, gave it shape so other people could see it and dream too. At least that's what I hope happened.
sooooooo i've been tagged apparently
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Things About Me:
1: I spend far too much time and money escaping reality. I find this strange cuz reality's not so bad when you really look at it.
2: I think doubt is important.
3: I live in a state where the people attach an almost
yay!
So, I felt productive today. Well, more than usual. I finally have an idea for this huge canvas I bought several months back. Also had oodles of ideas pop into my head for this personal project of mine that might or might not turn into a book someday. just a little 'adventure/coming-of-age' thing that lodged itself into the forefront of my mind. anyway, online journal, i'm feeling much better now that I have all my real life bullshit back in order. Or rather, as in order as they ever are. Laterz!
feelin' stymied
a haiku for you, online journal:
Hard, crushing pressure.
My limbs can't shift all that weight.
I'm suffocating.
crossover craziness
I dreamt a strange dream the other night. characters from books and movies and cartoons were transported from their worlds to ours, all of them 'trading places' with people we knew. ended up doing their jobs and driving their cars and generally learning to cope with being tax-paying, productive citizens of planet Earth. All of this somehow ended up with me showing Donatello how to play Mass Effect and explaining spit-takes to Aragorn. Funkiest dream ever.
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"I only borrowed the dream for a time, gave it shape so other people could see it and dream too." I feel like I've heard this somewhere, in literature or a movie, but I don't remember. Love the sentence though.
And I told you that you might burnout! I WASN'T LYING! XD
Give it time, Blue. It will come back. Maybe doing something else for a while will help? Not even related to writing for a week or two.
And I told you that you might burnout! I WASN'T LYING! XD
Give it time, Blue. It will come back. Maybe doing something else for a while will help? Not even related to writing for a week or two.