I’ve finished the first draft of a story that took a lot of effort. I had to pull out all the tricks, it seemed, to get this story onto the page. I pre-wrote. I wrote several versions. I put it aside once thinking that it was beyond me. It was dark, it was desperate. I couldn’t bear it at times, nor could I set it aside. I suffered along with my imaginary world, I feared for my equilibrium. I brought the third or fourth beginning of this story to my writer group. I went through my days with the plot puzzles riding on my shoulders. I had to encourage myself often. I tended to the emotional impact that I feared this story would have on my friend, the most important audience this story will have. She gave me her blessings. The publishing world gave me a couple of thumbs up in the form of other stories being accepted. I persevered, but it felt a lot like pulling teeth. Could I do this? Eventually, I gave myself a deadline to be done and that was the final push. Once I was finished I gave myself a rewarding break.
The story is put aside now for a while so I can return with fresh eyes. So I am catching up with my blog writing but also considering a new short story to work on. I hope that the next one is less like pulling teeth, but I have learnt a little more about story telling dentistry.