I’m writing. How’s it going? Not bad, considering. Ann Patchett has a terrific essay called The Getaway Car. One particularly telling passage details her view of writing. While the work is in her head it is perfect, she says, a beautiful, multi-dimensional butterfly in the most magical and vibrant colors. The problem with bringing the story into being is that she has to take that gorgeous creature and smash it onto a black and white page, a two-dimensional and wholly inadequate representation of the original.
It made me laugh and want to cry because I know exactly what she means.
Oh yes, I feel her pain. But, when the result is a great piece, it’s worth the effort!
Agreed, but since I can’t know if it’s going to be great or not, it’s best to just put my head down and keep working:)