after working on my story for about a week, i was getting nowhere. when we decided on the topic i knew exactly what i was going to write. i knew the angle i was going to approach the story from, i knew where i wanted to take the story in the end, i knew that people were going to think i had something seriously wrong with me (which was evidenced by the two people i told my idea to asking if i was insane). so what was the problem?
somewhere in the middle i realized that if i was reading this story i would probably stop.
i tried for two days to get through the middle to no avail. a grand total of three sentences were written in those days, then re-written. and then again. and again. and that’s when i had a brilliant idea.
i printed out a copy of what i had so i could use it as a basis for the new version of the story, but also so i could hopefully avoid taking it back into a place so boring i could only consider it a modern day ‘ethan frome.’ i felt a nice sense of relief at that point, because i knew i had a great idea and now i had a better chance of getting it out.
in about 30 minutes i had already written almost twice as much as i already had, but more to the point it was better. i’m going to be honest, i’m not sure i have exactly what someone would consider ‘characters’ or even a ‘plot,’ but by golly, that just isn’t how this story is going to work.