Do you ever feel like you have a masterpiece inside of you - something of grandest proportions -- but when you try to draw it, it comes out looking like a stick figure?
It's rather fitting that some things come to a close on this day -- the last day of the year. I submitted my last entry into the Rooglewood contest this morning. I can hardly believe it took me until the day of the deadline to send it in because I'm usually earlier than that. And, even with the extra time I took, I still felt a little bit like maybe I could have done better if I had more time. But there was no feeling of regret when I hit "send." Mostly it was just a prayer that Rooglewood would hear the heart of the message when they read it and that maybe, if I win, they could help me bring the full potential out of my little story. And there was also a feeling, after working on these stories for more than six months, that it felt good to close that chapter and move on to the next one. I did it. I wrote them. And I'm really proud of them. Last year, the act of hitting "send" on my contest entry catapulted me into an anticipatory state....
I know what you mean...most of the times with me I'll be thinking something wonderful, but that translation to written word just jumbles everything up. Rather frustrating.
ReplyDeleteI remember a quote from a famous author (I forget who) who said something to the effect of what a ticklish procedure it was to peel a masterpiece out of the brain and put it onto paper. ;)
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