I miss the version of me who just wrote stories without thinking too hard.
No, seriously...
Back then I was just out here writing like a menace. No structure, no research, no thoughts...well, just whatever my imagination whips up. My characters were unhinged, flawed even, the plot barely held together, and somehow it still worked(I didn't even realize that I've finished it).
Or at least I felt like it worked.
Ideas were coming in nonstop. I couldn’t even keep up. Well, I don't even want to sleep until I've at least drafted the entire story.
Now???
I draft a single chapter and suddenly I’m a whole analyst.
“Let’s build the characters first.”
“Let’s fix the plot.”
“Let’s make sure everything is logical and realistic.”
By the time I’m done organizing everything, my brain is like,
“Congrats. You understand the story now.”
And...the excitement of bringing it to life is all gone.
It suddenly felt boring...
And don’t even get me started on the questions.
“Does this make sense?”
“Will people like this?”
“Is this too unrealistic?”
Like HELLO??? since when was I writing documentaries???(That's why I lean in more to the fantasy genre, because it's less logical, you know)
And the worst part?
When I finally give up and go back to writing “just for fun,” I don’t even want to proofread it anymore. I just stare at it like,
“Yeah… that’s between me and God now.” (Btw, there are like 5 drafted stories just sitting unpublished here in my accountcoz I'm to lazy to refine it).
So now I’m stuck in this weird situation where:
I want to write something good I don’t want to kill the fun
And apparently those two don’t get along.
Anyway.
Moral of the story:
Ignorance really is a bliss.
