Another Unfinished Masterpiece
So I was trying to get my creative juices going the other day -- and having a terrible time of it -- when I stumbled upon a manuscript I started years ago. I don't want to say how many years, but it would be quite a few.
I started rereading it and said, "Hmmm. This is actually quite decent. It's certainly not as bad as I thought it was. Why didn't I finish it?"
Well, it took about a day and a half of reading through it before I hit the snag. Actually, snag isn't quite the right word for it. The word would be pothole, or should I say, sinkhole, one big enough to drop a bus through.
All my effort, my struggle to fix the darn thing, it all came back to me. No wonder I gave it up. Sheer exhaustion.
So what am I going to do now. Struggle with it. Let's see if a few years' more experience -- and distance -- will help me better see the forest for the trees.
I started rereading it and said, "Hmmm. This is actually quite decent. It's certainly not as bad as I thought it was. Why didn't I finish it?"
Well, it took about a day and a half of reading through it before I hit the snag. Actually, snag isn't quite the right word for it. The word would be pothole, or should I say, sinkhole, one big enough to drop a bus through.
All my effort, my struggle to fix the darn thing, it all came back to me. No wonder I gave it up. Sheer exhaustion.
So what am I going to do now. Struggle with it. Let's see if a few years' more experience -- and distance -- will help me better see the forest for the trees.
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