Been working on my scripts for my "Writing for Comics" class, and I've been failing at the latest story. My plot is rather boring, and I am so wrapped up in it being acceptable, and worried about keeping my "A" average that I've missed the boat all together. I've been so preoccupied with getting this story completed that I've stressed myself. I do hope I can turn this plot around. After a third draft of my story I feel disconnected. It's not me writing. Its me trying to please others. Why am I backing down from a challenge? Why am I hiding myself and talent. I should shine everyday, not somedays.
I need to be honest with myself. I have a twisted mind. Now I'm chaste all of a sudden, like I turned myself into a writing virgin. My spelling's gotten worse, I feel distracted, and my voice up and left the room. What happened to me? Who reflowered me?
Needless to say I've got to get my third draft, look it over, and make it read like a "Stacy" story or I cannot claim to be writing at all: I'm just dablling, playing writer. That can't happen. I'm far better than that, and I know I have the chops.
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