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

[wordswoman.livejournal.com]

You haven't overreached, you just had one of those moments when you started to think too much. You snapped yourself out of the moment and started analyzing.

You'll get back in the creative zone and you'll be fine. Can't wait to see the result!

[mmerriam.livejournal.com]

I've got it moving agan, but it still feels....odd.