Ok, so the second installment is live. I feel like I’ll never do it. Every word was forced. My entire entry. I even started different places, completely new characters, and I don’t know that any of it was good. If this were just a short story, I would force myself to stick with one narrative, but that was getting agonizing. I’m not sure if I can do it. Maybe I’m not cut out for it. I didn’t think it’d be this hard. I hope I can make something interesting happen. Maybe I should just break from the plausible entirely. I think I’d have more fun that way. I do so admire people who’ve done it well…
It’s like I’m trying to write hard SF so far, and I’m not even sure that’s my favorite genre. I’m a much bigger fan of the surreal sci-fi (Noon and Rucker are my favorites), and the humorous pseudo-real (I’m thinking Douglas Adams now). I should really read more for inspiration, but I don’t have time. I think I spent at least 3 hours last night, and tonight it was more like 4 (with some sleeping thrown into the middle of them, so that may not be entirely fair, but STILL).
I am talentless and worthless in ways I didn’t even imagine before starting this exercise. I must endure… no matter the cost to my time or patience. This is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Maybe I’m being overly dramatic. Wish me luck; I need your encouragement.
oh, punky. you can do it! i believe in you!
thanks. At least I did it. I’m going to stick with it, no matter what. It’s like I’m sawing through my own arm, but damnit, I really want to get rid of that arm!
Last night, everything I’d written looked like shit. Today it’s not as bad for some reason.
Good luck, then, and good stubbornness too.
You can do this. I have known you for too long. You are actually commited this time, which shows a lot for you plowing through. You wouldn’t even watch a cool movie with me one night!! How f’ing commited is that!!