Random Ramblings

Reflections

Someone once told me that writing is a lonely business.

Quite right. There's nothing but your mind and the blank page, a setting where you control the entire show and have no one to turn to in the midst of it. Small wonder many authors question themselves. Who else is there to reign us in? All editing happens after creation. (Unless you nitpick as you go, an extremely slow and frustrating process.)

Have you ever read an old story and find yourself wondering how you managed to get everything right on the first try? That rarely happens again, relish it.

I sometimes wonder if I wasn't possessed by the spirit of an ancient playwright, occasionally you have lightning in a bottle and fail to replicate those results on the next try. Come back, ghost! Finish what you started here, my mind is mush.

Back to the drawing board, I guess. One week left until I have to present my story to the rest of the Mad Geniuses. *cracks knuckles* Let's get to it, then.