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So The Question Is...
Despite my plans, I found myself mugged by a shiny new short story that demanded it leap over the queue and be written right now, thank you very much.
I'm a little over five hundred words in and my brain suddenly realized that I was doing things I had never tried before as a writer. Things with voice, and language, and tense, and perception. I've wondered off into new, weird, uncharted waters.
And then I stopped cold.
So the question is: what stopped me? Is it that I've overreached what I'm capable of as a writer? Or is it just raw naked fear of wandering off into the unknown?
I'm going to go for a walk and see if I can sort myself out.
Peace,
Michael
I'm a little over five hundred words in and my brain suddenly realized that I was doing things I had never tried before as a writer. Things with voice, and language, and tense, and perception. I've wondered off into new, weird, uncharted waters.
And then I stopped cold.
So the question is: what stopped me? Is it that I've overreached what I'm capable of as a writer? Or is it just raw naked fear of wandering off into the unknown?
I'm going to go for a walk and see if I can sort myself out.
Peace,
Michael
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Writer discover he is walking on air.
Writer plummet.
Writer go SPLAT!
Writer pick self up and try again.
Writer wander into uncharted place...
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Here be dragons!
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I have played the guitar for minutes without conscious thought, perfect all the way, thought "wait, what bar am I on?" and come crashing down. :)
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You'll get back in the creative zone and you'll be fine. Can't wait to see the result!
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But if it really doesn't take off, then maybe you need some time for it to coalesce.
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