I Am A Writer, A Writer Of Fiction
Apparently the universe doesn't hate me quite as much as I thought it did. I was panicking about meeting with my Stegner Fellow today, because I hit a massive wall with the story I'm working on and had no draft to give to her. But I just got an email from her saying she is cancelling our meeting since she has the stomach flu. I am sad that she is sick, but seriously, thank the goddess for temporary reprieves.
I don't know why I'm having such a difficult time with this story. Part of it, I guess, is the challenge of figuring out how to structure a plot and make it interesting when the body of the story is basically two characters sitting in a restaurant failing to have a conversation with each other. I am used to writing about explosions and ninjas and suspiciously handsome fox demons, but this plot has none of those things! And part of it is performance anxiety, because omg what if my Stegner Fellow hates it and wishes she'd never picked someone so faily to do the tutorial? Aaaand part of it is just that I'm having a hard time separating out what needs to happen in this story from my personal investment in it. I mean, a story about a queer liberal arts student in Albuquerque meeting her estranged half-sibling for the first time? That is totally not me projecting my own issues onto my fiction!
So yeah, I'm going to take a nap and keep my fingers crossed that when I wake up there will actually be some words in my brain, rather than the current haze of low-level incoherent literary terror.
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I don't know why I'm having such a difficult time with this story. Part of it, I guess, is the challenge of figuring out how to structure a plot and make it interesting when the body of the story is basically two characters sitting in a restaurant failing to have a conversation with each other. I am used to writing about explosions and ninjas and suspiciously handsome fox demons, but this plot has none of those things! And part of it is performance anxiety, because omg what if my Stegner Fellow hates it and wishes she'd never picked someone so faily to do the tutorial? Aaaand part of it is just that I'm having a hard time separating out what needs to happen in this story from my personal investment in it. I mean, a story about a queer liberal arts student in Albuquerque meeting her estranged half-sibling for the first time? That is totally not me projecting my own issues onto my fiction!
So yeah, I'm going to take a nap and keep my fingers crossed that when I wake up there will actually be some words in my brain, rather than the current haze of low-level incoherent literary terror.
This entry was originally posted at http://masterofmidgets.dreamwidth.org/234788.html. You can also comment there using OpenID.