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Me: utterly shell-shocked
I have been working on the newest iteration of this Arthur/Eames story for four months straight, and--okay, no, that’s a lie, there was a three week period where I avoided looking at the story AT ALL. (God, the evolution of this story could be a post in itself.) Anyway. Almost every day, for the past two months, I have been convinced that THIS IS IT, FINALLY, I AM ON THE HOME STRETCH.
Like, seriously, how crazy is that? I have spent 60 days in a daily delusion that the END IS IN SIGHT when CLEARLY past evidence says otherwise.
I had some kind of writerly mental breakdown a few days ago (i.e. pitched an absolute fit at my alpha and beta readers and Mr. Sib and basically anyone else who I could subject to my ranting). I have since passed through the shock into some sort of zen state, in which I accept that this story may very well be my Sisyphus stone. And still I work on it diligently, every day without fail--not with soaring joy, but with a strange dedication, a bone-deep compulsion.
tl;dr: this story has broken me, guys. Broken me and rebuilt me.
Me: utterly shell-shocked
I have been working on the newest iteration of this Arthur/Eames story for four months straight, and--okay, no, that’s a lie, there was a three week period where I avoided looking at the story AT ALL. (God, the evolution of this story could be a post in itself.) Anyway. Almost every day, for the past two months, I have been convinced that THIS IS IT, FINALLY, I AM ON THE HOME STRETCH.
Like, seriously, how crazy is that? I have spent 60 days in a daily delusion that the END IS IN SIGHT when CLEARLY past evidence says otherwise.
I had some kind of writerly mental breakdown a few days ago (i.e. pitched an absolute fit at my alpha and beta readers and Mr. Sib and basically anyone else who I could subject to my ranting). I have since passed through the shock into some sort of zen state, in which I accept that this story may very well be my Sisyphus stone. And still I work on it diligently, every day without fail--not with soaring joy, but with a strange dedication, a bone-deep compulsion.
tl;dr: this story has broken me, guys. Broken me and rebuilt me.
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Date: 2018-11-06 12:53 am (UTC)