Yay! My muse came to set a spell, today. I managed to finish a short fanfic that’s been partly finished for over two months…
Of course the real problem, is that am woefully short on that classic requirement for a writer or performer: ego. That means, I take comments way too personally. (unless and until it becomes totally obvious the writer is a nut) But as I usually give someone else the benefit of the doubt, I go through a fair piece of angst until they reach the nut-point.
I haven’t stopped writing, I’m still putting out thousands of words in a journal/self examination/fiction. Sorry, but I wouldn’t even publish a chunk of it unedited for a large cash prize. A small piece or two have already been recycled in a module, so its not been as useless as I once thought. But it is odd the skeletons I have dug out of storage, and linked into the journal narrative.
I’m letting the small ficlet, rest a little bit before I post it. I’m sure at least one person will read it after pushing it through babelfish into swahili and back. But this is a test to see if I’m really going back to writing for others, or continue my study of my own id/ego/superego.
I do know if I resume publishing, I have major revisions/rewrites I’m not looking forward to…
