So I've been rockin' along on WIP3. I like the characters, I feel like they're developing really well, the scenes feel strong. And then over the weekend, I started feeling... anxious.
I don't know if it's the Truth, or if it's a function of not going completely in the cave, blocking out the world, and writing straight through this time. But I'm getting a feeling of "maybe this isn't so good, and I'm really just wasting my time."
WIP3 is somewhat different from what I've previously written and from what I've been seeing around. And while I like it very much, I feel like what the heck do I know? And what if it just totally falls flat.
Has this ever happened to you guys? If so, what to do? Just push through, keep writing and see how it turns out? Try to rethink it?
Maybe I really do need to get buried and bang it out then go back and see what I did. Urkel.
In other news, I heard the song "Falling Slowly" a week or so ago, and I got to thinking about the movie Once. Remember that film? 2006?
That was the year No Country For Old Men, Atonement, Michael Clayton and There Will Be Blood dominated entertainment news.
Along came this quirky little independent musical set in Dublin about a heartbroken vacuum cleaner repair man and a Croatian single mom, and it captured everyone's attention. It even won an Oscar for best original song.
It didn't star any of the "beautiful people," but it was so genuine and had so much heart. I feel like there's a message there. Yes?
Til next time. Love~ <3