It's odd how parts of a story you were looking forward to writing suddenly become painful, something to be endured. I just finished a major turning point in the "Tayce" story. I view it as the beginning of the end. I've been planning this turning point forever, basically since I first outlined "Tayce" so many months ago (now nearly a year :o ) and I've been looking forward to getting to this point of the story. However, I just feel like I haven't done it justice. I suppose this is the problem with all artistic endeavors -- the vision you have in your head just isn't what you end up with. I'm feeling a bit of self-doubt regarding my abilities and as a result I'm plagued with the usual questions: Am I just kidding myself? Can I really write? Will I ever finish this thing?
I finished that section of "Tayce" on Saturday. Afterwards I felt completely drained artistically, I didn't even want to look at a word processor. I spent most of Sunday with John, catching up on DVR recordings and playing Mass Effect (so I can start playing Mass Effect 2 sometime).
But, to be fair, I'm also proud of myself. I'm nearly done with the first book in the series. This is pretty major. I'm ready to start the second book (such things never end, there's always the next project :D ). I'm ready for one of my goals to come to fruition. I'm going to savor checking off "Finish Tayce" from my Resolution list. :)
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