If you were reading this blog at this time last year, then you probably know that revising for my exams has left me feeling incredibly unfulfilled. Working thanklessly for months only for a a little bit of that to pay off… I know it’s necessary (at least in our current system), but it’s frustrating and it makes me want to curl up into a little ball and sleep for a thousand years.
What I do like however, is writing. Only when I’m doing it recently I feel guilty for not using my time for revision, which makes me want to write – it’s a cycle of pain. Why couldn’t I be doing an entirely coursework-based degree? Damn you, science.
Anyway, it’s been a while since I put a fiction sample up on here, and seeing as every one I’ve done so far has been (in hindsight) a steaming turd with a smiley face painted on it, I’m going to hold back on that until I know it’s worth putting out there.
It pays to be your harshest critic sometimes.
Not that I’m not excited by what I’m doing, but I have no doubt that when I look over it again it will play out a little something like this:
Me: Well, I’ve left this alone for a month, time to do another draft.
Me again: Wow, I thought this was much better when I was doing it.
Still me: I’m a terrible writer.
Me after a week to think about it: Well, practice makes perfect.
*Does another draft/starts something new*
[REPEAT PROCESS AD INFINITUM]
And to think when I started this blog I was arrogant enough to think my first project would be published. Pffft, that one’s in a pile gathering virtual dust, as this one may end up if I haven’t improved enough to fix it in two years.