challenges and dares
I must admit I’m feeling weird.
After a long, looong time of trying to be obscure, after a all-too-provocative break off from Latvian literature, this month, I’ve gotten two superb writing gigs. In Latvian. Both are on the very edges of what I think I’m capable of (just perfect for me, because what’s the fun playing within the field you consider a well-known ground?). I didn’t ask for either of them, didn’t even suggest I’d be able to do that, and people just asked, and I was thrilled to say “yes”.
Also, I’m taking another challenge – a Story A Day dare. Which means, a story every day in May. Well, a part of one of my writing gigs will actually entail me writing a story a day (or more), so it’s not that horrible, but still I feel that weird clenching in my stomach. However, this must be the way to go for me, because my perfectionism kicks in really bad when I’m writing short stories (I always stop midway and pronounce them insufferably boring and obvious). I’m still hoping to do at least a page of script a day, too, to get to the end of it by the end of May. (Take a wild guess: who, just this morning, was celebrating the end of burn-out and promising herself to never-never do that again?)
This is very, very thrilling. As in “scary and exciting and did I mention scary?”.
I can do this though.
Until May 1st, I’ll figure out my own rules for story a day and post them so that I can beat myself over the head when I fail.
