Ghost
Inkling
I recently saw a link to this chart about the process of writing (from here.)
This is exactly how it is for me. When I begin writing a story, I think I'm a genius. It's a great concept and the trials of my characters will be a compelling snapshot of human emotion. I kick ass!
As I write, I start to feel differently. There's a good concept or whatever, and the characters are kind of alright. Meh.
The further I go into the story, the more horrible it becomes. I realize it's the worst attempt at fiction anyone has ever committed to paper. I'm a hack. To call this a story would be an outright scam on innocent readers. Somehow I've managed to make characters that are boring and bizarre at the same time, and the barely existent plot flatlined near the beginning. This thing should be put out of its misery. It's a miserable creature dragged up from the deepest, darkest abyss. Any sane or responsible person would hurl it back into the darkness and try to forget the sight.
UGH.
But I push forward. I see the light at the end of the tunnel because the story is almost finished. I'll purge this and move on. Finally, the first draft is done, and hey, it's not so bad. I need to fix this and that, adjust those things. With some polish I'll have something.
Anyway, I thought it was a fun picture to share with everyone.
This is exactly how it is for me. When I begin writing a story, I think I'm a genius. It's a great concept and the trials of my characters will be a compelling snapshot of human emotion. I kick ass!
As I write, I start to feel differently. There's a good concept or whatever, and the characters are kind of alright. Meh.
The further I go into the story, the more horrible it becomes. I realize it's the worst attempt at fiction anyone has ever committed to paper. I'm a hack. To call this a story would be an outright scam on innocent readers. Somehow I've managed to make characters that are boring and bizarre at the same time, and the barely existent plot flatlined near the beginning. This thing should be put out of its misery. It's a miserable creature dragged up from the deepest, darkest abyss. Any sane or responsible person would hurl it back into the darkness and try to forget the sight.
UGH.
But I push forward. I see the light at the end of the tunnel because the story is almost finished. I'll purge this and move on. Finally, the first draft is done, and hey, it's not so bad. I need to fix this and that, adjust those things. With some polish I'll have something.
Anyway, I thought it was a fun picture to share with everyone.