Odd Letdown
*sigh*
You know, when you finish a story, print it out and read your own words, you're supposed to be delighted, aren't you?
*merf* And I'm not.
I want to be delighted. I want to be ecstatic that I finished- at long bloody last- the Jonas/Dia history tale that I'd been polishing and rewriting for a year. (One of those off & on sort of stories.) I have it, finally, printed out and in a notebook, just waiting for the final revision.
Now what?
I can't trust myself when I think it needs more or less. I can't read through the story and decide it's good or bad. All I see is something I've written, and I don't know what to do with it now. *sigh* And the one person I know whose opinion on my written work I trusted completely, the one person I believed would read it, critique it and help me with it happily... *facedesk*
So now I have a completed story that I think needs more fleshing out, and I have no one to turn to for help. What the blankity blank am I supposed to do?
*sigh* I love writing. I write all the time, and most of it, I admit, sucks. *shrug* It's just something I do. However, when it's a story I've worked THAT hard on, and for which I have very great hopes... *merf* I can't ask Neko to critique it, mainly because he doesn't like reading as much as I do, and I feel like I'm imposing when I ask people to read and review. This is definately one of the blocks to me getting published. ~_~ I just can't see anything I've written as worth reading. Never mind the fact that I know my work isn't bad. Push aside the truth that I am a wordsmith. Look past the interesting characters.
Is any of it worth reading?
Would anyone else be as fascinated by the transformation of Jonas Foster from death mage and hit for hire to Catholic priest and devoted father?
Does the death of the Gift of Dreams, Diamanta Rothwell, hurt anyone else?
Is Brandenburg, Virginia- commonly known as Freak Central- an interesting place to explore?
Why can't I believe the answers to these questions would be affirmative? *facedesk* Damn my writer's insecurity. (Although being an overly arrogant writer would, in fact, be worse. Nothing like a punctured ego to make living hell.) If I could wish something different, it would be that Wednesday, August 29, 2008 never happened. Or that it happened differently. Or that the reprecussions of it weren't as...drastic.
*laughing* Oh well. I'll probably edit the damn thing, decide it sucks and just hide it in my bookcase, like I do everything I write. Joy!
You know, when you finish a story, print it out and read your own words, you're supposed to be delighted, aren't you?
*merf* And I'm not.
I want to be delighted. I want to be ecstatic that I finished- at long bloody last- the Jonas/Dia history tale that I'd been polishing and rewriting for a year. (One of those off & on sort of stories.) I have it, finally, printed out and in a notebook, just waiting for the final revision.
Now what?
I can't trust myself when I think it needs more or less. I can't read through the story and decide it's good or bad. All I see is something I've written, and I don't know what to do with it now. *sigh* And the one person I know whose opinion on my written work I trusted completely, the one person I believed would read it, critique it and help me with it happily... *facedesk*
So now I have a completed story that I think needs more fleshing out, and I have no one to turn to for help. What the blankity blank am I supposed to do?
*sigh* I love writing. I write all the time, and most of it, I admit, sucks. *shrug* It's just something I do. However, when it's a story I've worked THAT hard on, and for which I have very great hopes... *merf* I can't ask Neko to critique it, mainly because he doesn't like reading as much as I do, and I feel like I'm imposing when I ask people to read and review. This is definately one of the blocks to me getting published. ~_~ I just can't see anything I've written as worth reading. Never mind the fact that I know my work isn't bad. Push aside the truth that I am a wordsmith. Look past the interesting characters.
Is any of it worth reading?
Would anyone else be as fascinated by the transformation of Jonas Foster from death mage and hit for hire to Catholic priest and devoted father?
Does the death of the Gift of Dreams, Diamanta Rothwell, hurt anyone else?
Is Brandenburg, Virginia- commonly known as Freak Central- an interesting place to explore?
Why can't I believe the answers to these questions would be affirmative? *facedesk* Damn my writer's insecurity. (Although being an overly arrogant writer would, in fact, be worse. Nothing like a punctured ego to make living hell.) If I could wish something different, it would be that Wednesday, August 29, 2008 never happened. Or that it happened differently. Or that the reprecussions of it weren't as...drastic.
*laughing* Oh well. I'll probably edit the damn thing, decide it sucks and just hide it in my bookcase, like I do everything I write. Joy!