So The Question Is...

[mmerriam]

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

Comments

[songwind.livejournal.com]

Sounds like just one of those times where you're doing something without thinking about it, and once you notice, you stumble for a minute.

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. :)

[mmerriam.livejournal.com]

Yeah, while I was out for my walk, I realized where the story is going. Now all I have to do is write it.