I know that no one else is reading most of what I'm writing (here's to hoping someday someone will!), especially in this draft stage, but goodness, re-reading can sometimes bring color to my cheeks.
-"Did I write that?!" - conscious self
-"I hope not." - subconscious self
-"Well it must have been you, no one would bother hacking your computer." - CS
-"Well its kinda dumb/obvious/cliche/boring, isn't it?" -SCS
-"Yes."
-"How did we let it get like that?" - SCS
-"I was probably asleep." CS
-"Can you help me fix it?" SCS
- *sigh* "Really? Aren't you supposed to be able to do this yourself?" -CS
-"Aren't you supposed to get me a cup of coffee?"
I equate it to those moments when you pop in an old CD you used to loooooooove in junior high, and you realize that it's the stuff you imagine Kenny G would compose were he in a pagan hippie cult. You look around your bedroom like Big Brother is watching before launching at your laptop and stuffing the evidence back into the hole in your closet in which you found it.
Exibit A: I played this on repeat and sang at the top of my lungs, back in the day. (Makes Bieber seem a little less outrageous. He was following a clear lead)
I have adopted the philosophy that "I can always go back and fix it later," as my mantra this Lent. That way I won't spend hours and hours each day striving to make a perfect page, but will just let the plot spill out, cliche's and all. After the story's out I merely go back and hunt for scabs. (That sounds disgusting, but I can't think of anything else....) Either way, I produce a lot of blush-inducing sentences like this. But also some good stuff too, and at least a story that I can say is starting to hash itself out! Hooray!
Too bad N'Sync can't go back and fix it....
Cheers!
RMVB
