LONG POST WARNING.
TLDR: Creative crisis, venting.
While I hope that the winter break, despite the social commitments of the Christmas Levi's birthday season, will provide quiet moments to write, I am also kinda worried and probably will have to take a moment to reflect.
The past 6 months were incredibly stressful due to Real Life™ Adulting™ stuff. The writing frenzy that I've been caught it since June is one of the outlets I turned to to help me deal with that.
As of last Sunday, the situation that had me on the brink of insanity has thankfully come to a (good) end.
I am drained both physically and mentally.
And whether because of the fatigue that comes after the storm or because, stress source removed, I may be seeing things from another perspective, I've started to fall into the familiar pattern of losing faith in my WIP.
It didn't help that I was reading a long fic that started great but made me lose interest in the second half.
Over the past weeks I was tinkering with the outline a bit. I felt the original outline was a fit far-fetched and made light of trauma (it's shit that hasn't happened yet in the fic - but think of a sorta insta-fix kind of scenario). So I worked it around a bit to reduce the angst-to-healing ratio, but now I feel I have no conflict for the mc to overcome.
So as we were driving to the airport today I thought maybe I should get back to the original outline. Create drama. Solve it with a twu wuv kiss. Who gives a shit, it's fanfic! Right?
And then of course I'm thinking again that following that line would be a slap on the face to people with actual issues that might be similar.
Call it impostor syndrome, call it overanalizing, call it being an idiot.
After all, I did post the flashback scene from ch. 3 with zero guilt about the sensitive issue it describes (see how nice I am in not giving spoilers?).
So, this is the situation now. Send me some #1 ☕️😉 bc I needz it.
If you read this far, you're a cutie patootie and I love you. 💙
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