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.
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| My story was like this Bald Eagle, I could tell it was there but a lot of twigs were in the way. |
