my tragedy
Writing is a marvelously dangerous thing. It puts you into the bit of your mind that only really works when you’re writing, but when it does it takes over. If you’re really attached to what you are writing it makes doing normal every day things nearly impossible. You can’t speak, because you start choosing every word as carefully as possible, to aid the flow of your speech as well as its beauty, you can’t watch tv, or eat or do anything but write, because you’re afraid of losing your thought process. I can only imagine that if someone was completely consumed by writing, they would become completely catatonic, except perhaps their hands, because they wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything but getting their words on the page.
I just suffered a major tragedy. I was writing, and I thought I was doing wonderfully, and my story was progressing beautifully, and then I decided to take a break. I hit the little X button on the top of my screen, then changed my mind, I wanted to keep going. and then horror of horrors, I hit no instead of cancel, and the program shut down without saving my progress. I tried to rewrite it, but it just isn’t the same. I feel as though I crippled my story. Sigh…
I just suffered a major tragedy. I was writing, and I thought I was doing wonderfully, and my story was progressing beautifully, and then I decided to take a break. I hit the little X button on the top of my screen, then changed my mind, I wanted to keep going. and then horror of horrors, I hit no instead of cancel, and the program shut down without saving my progress. I tried to rewrite it, but it just isn’t the same. I feel as though I crippled my story. Sigh…