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Midnight Thoughts

@a-midnight-luna

Hi, I'm Luna | she/her | I write stuff when I'm not busy playing with my dogs | Español/English | My AO3

How to Write Your Book Step 133

So you've started 8 books now. You have unlimited creative potential and you are a good writer!

except.

Except you portfolio of writing is empty. There's nothing finished. No back log of things you've already written because you are a writer,/present tense you're still going! This is a marathon and you're still trudging through with great effort! You've got this!

except.

Except it's time to finish something off now. it's time to accumulate a body of work /past tense. it's time to give in and stop working on so many projects at once. Choose one. give it a deadline. FINISH HIM

except.

Except it's hard. and you're revisiting works from a long time ago and you don't want like it anymore, you don't write like that anymore, it's changed. You've changed. and that's a good thing. This is evidence for why you should finish things relatively promptly.

So now,

So now you have to decide do i kill my babies and close these books. Say they are finished as is. All not even a first draft, messy and incomplete?

or

or do i rewrite passionately changing every single scene sentence, word, and comma as i go!?

either way. Commit. Finnish something.

I believe in you.

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cannot believe there are people who aren't familiar with the 2002 movie Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron. it's not remembered as one of the animated classics of the early 00s because it's so different than other beloved movies - no talking animals, no fantasy settings, limited comedic elements - but my god did it shine in so many other ways. arguably some of the best 2D animation ever created, outstanding soundtrack, an hour and a half of pure anti-imperialism and anti-colonialism in a kid friendly story about horseys.

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This is terrible but today when I was playing volleyball outside with some friends one of their children (18 months) was sort of ambling around on his stumpy little toddler legs and so we were all trying to be careful and like not spike the ball onto the baby but then he wandered over to his father, who picked him up bc dad reflexes, and then the ball got passed over to the dad and he sort of had a no thoughts moment and instinctively used his child to smack the volleyball over to the next person. Like he just swung the kid and used his legs like a baseball bat. I'm never going to forget his face of premature regret mid baby-manuever right when he realized what he was doing AND the instant he realized his wife saw it happen. Anyway the baby was fine he didn't make contact with the ball all that hard and he was just mad his dad wouldn't use him as a club again but I had to sit down because I laughed so hard I cried.