Until You've Finally Found
Oct. 1st, 2011 09:49 amI'm working on a fest fic today but took the time out of my day to read Last Stand by
esteefee (John/Ronon - NC-17) and so glad I did. SO GORGEOUS! Even if the pairing isn't your cup of tea, I think you might really like the end of the Wraith she came up with. I feel I have to find my thesaurus to find suitable words to describe this story! My heart ached right along with Ronon's at the end.
I was listening to The Special Two by Missy Higgins today while washing the dishes and realized that I'd found the outline for my fest fic!!!!! Or nearly. I just have to keep it from taking over all my writing time because I've only just gotten into the plot of the Angelic Big Bang. The sad thing is that most of it is world building and will be lost alongside the writing road so I can count it in my writing count but I can't necessarily count it in my finished count. I'm worried. Not with the story because it's coming along gloriously well but that I'll be able to find the true story amongst the rubble of my verbal deluge. It's there. I can see little hints of what the story truly is. This will be my first attempt at a true edit, though. I've always written exactly what I want the story to be before but all my big stories have been fanfic and I know the world. I don't know this world as well as I'd like. I keep learning things. Things keep changing as I realize that this new thought would work better than what I'd thought before.
I keep telling myself that a first edit is not the end of things. There will be other edits. I just need to find the story that I need for this challenge and then keep writing until I find what the true story is. I need to own this fear instead of running away from it. I need to learn to work through it. I need to find the story that I want to tell and make it the best that I can. That is all I can do at this point. Then I need to let go of it and be happy for the experience.
But I'm scared. I'm not denying it this time. I'm afraid that I'm not good enough for the story. That the story isn't good enough for me. That I'll give up again. That I won't be able to own this experience. That I won't be able to find enough moderation that I won't burn out.
Ah-ha! Killed another fly! Die, fly! Die!
I fly out on Thursday for Maryland. Can't wait!
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I was listening to The Special Two by Missy Higgins today while washing the dishes and realized that I'd found the outline for my fest fic!!!!! Or nearly. I just have to keep it from taking over all my writing time because I've only just gotten into the plot of the Angelic Big Bang. The sad thing is that most of it is world building and will be lost alongside the writing road so I can count it in my writing count but I can't necessarily count it in my finished count. I'm worried. Not with the story because it's coming along gloriously well but that I'll be able to find the true story amongst the rubble of my verbal deluge. It's there. I can see little hints of what the story truly is. This will be my first attempt at a true edit, though. I've always written exactly what I want the story to be before but all my big stories have been fanfic and I know the world. I don't know this world as well as I'd like. I keep learning things. Things keep changing as I realize that this new thought would work better than what I'd thought before.
I keep telling myself that a first edit is not the end of things. There will be other edits. I just need to find the story that I need for this challenge and then keep writing until I find what the true story is. I need to own this fear instead of running away from it. I need to learn to work through it. I need to find the story that I want to tell and make it the best that I can. That is all I can do at this point. Then I need to let go of it and be happy for the experience.
But I'm scared. I'm not denying it this time. I'm afraid that I'm not good enough for the story. That the story isn't good enough for me. That I'll give up again. That I won't be able to own this experience. That I won't be able to find enough moderation that I won't burn out.
Ah-ha! Killed another fly! Die, fly! Die!
I fly out on Thursday for Maryland. Can't wait!