I’m once again facing the intense desire of the void, the call to stop writing and never write again. I know I must resist this call. If I’m ever going to get anywhere meaningful, or, get where I want to go, I’m going to have to write, keep writing, and not stop writing. Sometimes I lose my spirit a bit once I have a bad writing session. Yesterday I went into my new project like a full-tilt Lancelot, and the prose I wrote were . . . just okay. Not perfect.
I know the eternal enemy of progress is the pursuit of perfection, but writing is a vulnerable process, so when it doesn’t turn out the way I want it to, I can feel like the knight is being violently unhorsed (probably by Gawain, that bastard!)
The answer is the same as always, and Chumbawamba knew it. I get knocked down, but I get up again. Say it with conviction, repeat it like a prayer. You’re NEVER going to keep me down. Beach Knight will come out in July, whether or not I have to reconsider the length I originally intended is up in the air, reality clashes with my goals often. All the same, I’m certain that what I’m writing is fun and that I like it, and that’s all I need.
Don’t cry for me, next door neighbor.
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Once when I was younger a real horse threw me violently off its back.
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