(We're going to pretend week 2 imploded. Yes, yes we are.)
I'm happy this week, because it's Thursday and I still have time to do the mad dash thing I do on weekends to make the deadline.
I'm happier, actually, because I have two stories finished and - wait for it - polished. (One of them, anyways). As in, it went through 'bout three drafts (not counting the smaller ones in the middle) and came out something I didn't mind too much.
I'm crushingly depressed right now because of that story.
CW class today, y'see. And I guess I actually wasn't ready to show that story yet. Amidst the other amazing stories by other amazing student writers who just manage to do other amazing stuff that I can't do, I just staggered out of the classroom wondering how the hell I'd had the nerve to read it out loud and I was never going to write again I was just a failure and maybe that law school was beginning to look good after all and....
And I opened my notebook (because my laptop was in my room) and began writing immediately. Because gosh darn it, even as I figured giving up would be the smart thing to do, listening to feedback and other works just inspired me so much. The characters from two long-ago WIPs that I thought had abandoned me were yakking away in my head every step of the way to my next class.
So I got through the day, and the writer's down.
I'll get through the next one, and the next one...until it gives up (unlikely), or I give up (more likely, but I'm very stubborn).
So...... let's get that Ray Bradbury quest going once more, shall we?
