"goodbye my luckless romance, my back is turned on you"
For the first time in a very, very long time, I have felt like writing. Not fanfiction, or roleplaying paragraphs, but raw, original fiction. It's a relief, because over the past few months, I've thought my dreams of writing an original novel were all but evaporated. But wanting to write some short oneshots to get over a little writer's block I was having, I made use of Writing.com's Story Prompts, and within a few clicks, I saw a prompt that opened a tightly locked door in my head, and a story all but fell out of it. I've only drafted the prologue of it so far - I have other scenes sketched out, but nothing I can fit into a chronological order at the moment. I just need to have faith in myself that this is possible, that I can do it, and I can do it to an impressive standard that I can be proud of.
I don't want to reveal anything about my story because I think it's a little like announcing a pregnancy before the second trimester - a bad omen. I'm not going to be coy or talk about it at all really, I just want to get on with it, and present a finished product... eventually. I know that this is going to be a slow progress, it's certainly nothing I'd work on to complete for NaNoWriMo or anything, because I wouldn't want a time limit. In my attempts at writing original stories before, I've jumped the gun - I've posted to Fiction Press, desperate for reviews to feed my ideas, and when none have come, I've thrown it aside. And that's sad, because I know both Scratches and Disfunctional suffered because of that - they're both stories I hold close to my heart, especially Scratches, but I know neither will ever be completed - they're scraps of ideas seven years old, and I don't have the love for them that I should do. I want this one to be different.
I don't want to reveal anything about my story because I think it's a little like announcing a pregnancy before the second trimester - a bad omen. I'm not going to be coy or talk about it at all really, I just want to get on with it, and present a finished product... eventually. I know that this is going to be a slow progress, it's certainly nothing I'd work on to complete for NaNoWriMo or anything, because I wouldn't want a time limit. In my attempts at writing original stories before, I've jumped the gun - I've posted to Fiction Press, desperate for reviews to feed my ideas, and when none have come, I've thrown it aside. And that's sad, because I know both Scratches and Disfunctional suffered because of that - they're both stories I hold close to my heart, especially Scratches, but I know neither will ever be completed - they're scraps of ideas seven years old, and I don't have the love for them that I should do. I want this one to be different.