Life Support
A few weeks ago, I was asked whether Fan’s Complaint is dead. My answer was, “Pretty much.”
I realize I’ve taken long breaks before, but this time it felt different. I’d been doing a lot of writing, and it actually felt like I was getting somewhere.
These past few days though, the writing has been more of a struggle than it had ever been. Sure, there have been times in the past when I went nearly a year without really writing, but that was when I wasn’t trying at all. Never in my writing “career” have I experienced so much frustration after such an intense and sustained effort.
I am supposed to leave New York indefinitely in, oh, let’s see, about 28 hours. I’d told myself that come hell or high water I’d finish this damned story before I had to hit the road. I’ve gotten three pages done this week. When the story started, I was having fun writing it. It was work, but it felt rewarding. Now, it just feels as though I’m artlessly putting the characters through their paces, very visibly pulling their strings, and I don’t think it does them any justice whatsoever.
I think I’m drunk. I’d logged on to write about how this blog is going to be a good place to write about my trip, and I’ve gone into this whole thing.
I’m going to miss new york.
Travelogue + photos coming soon.