the blanket problem
Dec. 29th, 2013 04:52 pmtl;dr: I hate revising because my brain is terrified I'll screw up something that's currently not-terrible.
So I have this story. It's okay, people seem to like it, but it needs more. So I'm adding in a scene or two and filling in some backstory.
I can't shake the sense that every change I make is, instead of improving things, ruining whatever it was that made the story good to start with.
I complained about it on twitter, and talked it over with a couple of people, and suddenly that looked really familiar.
Imagine it's the dead of winter, and you've woken up in the middle of the night. You're buried under blankets and you're mostly warm enough. Only mostly, though. You've started to get a little chilly.
There's a thermostat on the wall. You can get up and turn the heat up a couple of degrees, and then you'll be fine.
Trouble is, you have to get up. Get out from under the blankets, into the cold air, where you'll be genuinely cold instead of just a bit chilly.
Instead I have a bad habit of staying buried under the blankets and convincing myself that I'm not really that cold. And compared to how I'd be while I'm out, it's true! It just misses the point that I'd be completely comfortable pretty soon after, for some small effort and discomfort now.
Same thing. The story as it is works, sort of. Why mess with it? Why risk making it worse?
Answer: Because it doesn't work, because there is no 'sort of works' any more than 'sort of comfortable.' Because it's worth making the story better, and if that makes it worse to start with then I can correct that when I hear about it.
So I have this story. It's okay, people seem to like it, but it needs more. So I'm adding in a scene or two and filling in some backstory.
I can't shake the sense that every change I make is, instead of improving things, ruining whatever it was that made the story good to start with.
I complained about it on twitter, and talked it over with a couple of people, and suddenly that looked really familiar.
Imagine it's the dead of winter, and you've woken up in the middle of the night. You're buried under blankets and you're mostly warm enough. Only mostly, though. You've started to get a little chilly.
There's a thermostat on the wall. You can get up and turn the heat up a couple of degrees, and then you'll be fine.
Trouble is, you have to get up. Get out from under the blankets, into the cold air, where you'll be genuinely cold instead of just a bit chilly.
Instead I have a bad habit of staying buried under the blankets and convincing myself that I'm not really that cold. And compared to how I'd be while I'm out, it's true! It just misses the point that I'd be completely comfortable pretty soon after, for some small effort and discomfort now.
Same thing. The story as it is works, sort of. Why mess with it? Why risk making it worse?
Answer: Because it doesn't work, because there is no 'sort of works' any more than 'sort of comfortable.' Because it's worth making the story better, and if that makes it worse to start with then I can correct that when I hear about it.
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Date: 2014-01-08 04:30 pm (UTC)For me, letting go was letting someone else read it. That was scary as shit, and still is, though as I said, I think I'm over a lot of that (but only for people that have already read any of it). Part of it is purely putting myself out there, opening myself up for criticism. The other part is a matter of subject matter, though, as most of the stuff I've written so far has been smutty. Why that? I dunno know. I suspect it's a lot easier than crafting a whole fantasy epic.
I still haven't told too many friends that I've done any writing at all (you'd be #8, I think) and I've only really talked about it with a few of them. I think I'm more afraid of being judged on the subject matter than the quality of the content, still, but eventually that will ease, I think. My current story (due at the end of the month - holy shit!) is completely non-smutty and has a sci-fi bent, and I'm more inclined to let people read that one (though its target audience is very narrow, so it may not make sense to most people).
Anyhow, as with most of these things in life, the trick is figuring what you're afraid will happen if you let go. Will the world find out that you're not a professional writer? Will it just be personal disappointment (which speaks to a larger perfectionist issue)? Will the cat piss in your Wheaties(tm)?
One last thought, which is very important, I think: just because you let go of a story, it doesn't mean the story is done. You can pick it up again in a few months, or a few years. And in the interim, you can still add to it, on occasion, jotting down a few notes here and there while you work on something else.