the proof
I have been stalling on a story for a few days, a story that is basically all planned out, has some reason to it and is, all in all, a good material.
Now I’m going to put this baby aside and never really return to it because…well, because I figured out why it won’t work.
It’s too raw. Not the story, the wound that inspired the story. I was trying to write a perfectly good contraversial story for selfish reasons: to prove that I was right and “they” were wrong, and to get some pity for the fact that I was so horribly wronged (a pity via my protagonist).
Well, I hope I was too smart to do it too ostensibly, but still the reason was there and it *is* there, and I just can’t write a good story, a story that I would like, a story I would want to read from this position.
I believe that this glitch isn’t common nor should it be common (I hear all kinds of tales of “conceptual” stories), but that’s how it goes for me.
Now, I could stop whining about me “losing interest in writing” and “I’m a crap writer anyway” and figure out what I could write and actually enjoy writing.
