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My first drafts often end up being like 40% of the final. I run around in circles going, “I’m done! I’m done!” And then… lol, nope.
I guess I figured I’d save myself so much trouble by writing the whole thing first, instead of writing myself into corners? and it’s true, it’s a much better and complexly-plotted thing, I think, than anything I’ve written before? I don’t know though. I just don’t. I might have to wait until the end of this year and look at my stats and figure out whether I’m really taking so much longer to make things than before. It’s convenient that this all started on approximately New Year’s this year.
I knew I was skimming over some things as I was finishing, but I really felt like “hey this story is great”, and now I’m reading it and I’m like, is this an outline? was I figuring on something else going in here? was I high?
The other downside is that if I write-post-write-post on a story, I feel really connected to each chapter as it goes up. These, sometimes, parts of them were composed so long ago that I’ve kind of become inured to them? So I put something up and commenters are like “BOOHOO THAT WAS SO SAD” and I’m like wait, there was sad stuff in this chapter? I mean, oh, that scene? but? I guess that’s sad. Oh yeah, I guess that made me sad when I came up with it. Like– I’m so distant from some of it, and I worry that’ll come across, like I’m being cynical and yanking heartstrings on purpose when I don’t really feel it.
(Which isn’t true, particularly; I cried over that holovid I made Kes watch, months ago, when I wrote that section, legit sobbed out loud and my dude was like what the hell just happened and I’m like fiction happened don’t look at me*, and the fact that the fifty-zillionth time I reread it, yesterday, when I had to yank a big chunk of it and rework another bit of it, didn’t make me cry again doesn’t mean it wasn’t heartfelt.)
And on like, another hand, there was no plot in the initial version and taking more time on it has given me the space to notice that there was no plot, mostly just characters reacting.
But it’s frustrating. Well, I mean, I guess that’s how writing works.
My first drafts often end up being like 40% of the final. I run around in circles going, “I’m done! I’m done!” And then… lol, nope.
I guess I figured I’d save myself so much trouble by writing the whole thing first, instead of writing myself into corners? and it’s true, it’s a much better and complexly-plotted thing, I think, than anything I’ve written before? I don’t know though. I just don’t. I might have to wait until the end of this year and look at my stats and figure out whether I’m really taking so much longer to make things than before. It’s convenient that this all started on approximately New Year’s this year.
I knew I was skimming over some things as I was finishing, but I really felt like “hey this story is great”, and now I’m reading it and I’m like, is this an outline? was I figuring on something else going in here? was I high?
The other downside is that if I write-post-write-post on a story, I feel really connected to each chapter as it goes up. These, sometimes, parts of them were composed so long ago that I’ve kind of become inured to them? So I put something up and commenters are like “BOOHOO THAT WAS SO SAD” and I’m like wait, there was sad stuff in this chapter? I mean, oh, that scene? but? I guess that’s sad. Oh yeah, I guess that made me sad when I came up with it. Like– I’m so distant from some of it, and I worry that’ll come across, like I’m being cynical and yanking heartstrings on purpose when I don’t really feel it.
(Which isn’t true, particularly; I cried over that holovid I made Kes watch, months ago, when I wrote that section, legit sobbed out loud and my dude was like what the hell just happened and I’m like fiction happened don’t look at me*, and the fact that the fifty-zillionth time I reread it, yesterday, when I had to yank a big chunk of it and rework another bit of it, didn’t make me cry again doesn’t mean it wasn’t heartfelt.)
And on like, another hand, there was no plot in the initial version and taking more time on it has given me the space to notice that there was no plot, mostly just characters reacting.
But it’s frustrating. Well, I mean, I guess that’s how writing works.
