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2021-08-23
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Brevity is the Soul of Wit

Summary:

I wrote a short story about writing.

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

Work Text:

It's a vicious cycle.

One day you write 2k words and then nothing for 4 months. It itches. It nags. Then an additional 500 words are added randomly while you're about to leave for school/work. You're late but at least you wrote something.

Nothing for a few weeks after that. Later, 5k words are written and left alone for a whole year. During that year, it keeps haunting you. Echoing around in your brain until suddenly, one day you find the motivation to add the final 3k words to your story, spell- and grammar check, edit and publish it all in one morning.

Then as you lean back finally free from that nagging voice in your head, another one pops up. "Hey, remember that multi chaptered fanfic you wrote 10 years ago, the one you never finished and eventually deleted in a fit of anger?" You nod. "Revive it," the voice speaks. "You still remember some parts of it, don't you?"

And so you dig deep into the far corners of your mind and start working again. Furiously searching through the documents of your Google Drive for notes, summaries or an early draft of said work. You find none since you either purposefully deleted or lost them and now have to rely solely on the memories you have, which consist of snippets of dialogue and the occasional sentence.  There was one you were really proud of back then, what was it again?

You start to write, using the memories as a base to build upon and add original stuff to. Stitching the components together like Victor Frankenstein and giving it new life. Another chance.

Abruptly as you're writing, you find yourself hit with inspiration for another story. Your hands halt above the keys of the keyboard, then you move the mouse and click save before opening another document.

This one is blank. An empty canvas.

You hesitate, staring at the screen. Is this really a good idea? Before can think it over, even more ideas fill your head. Ideas that you need to put on paper as soon as possible. You rest your fingers on the keys for a second and then start typing, trying not to look back on your previous, still unfinished work. You can finish that story another time.

Notes:

Trust me, I do like to write.

And yes, I also deleted that 10k fic in a fit of anger. And no, I haven't finished that new story. Actually, I think I deleted that one too. I dunno anymore, I have some many rotting away in my folder.

Please tell me I'm not the only one...