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And another first draft finished! I could get addicted to this sense of satisfaction. This one was more serious than the last, with a my main character having to deal with an injury that ended his sports career and his regrets over the way his previous relationship ended. Then last night, in one giddy burst, I wrote the climax of the story. It was one of those moments which reminds you why you write, because the words just pour out and the prose sings through you and you want to jump up and dance, but can't because you can't bear to stop writing.
Then, this morning, going in to write the final scene, I read back through that section and, to my relief, it reached out and grabbed me so hard I had tears in my eyes (and, yes, it was meant to be moving).
It's strange sometimes, how huge the difference can be between the way you feel as you write and the emotions on the page. Then the difference between how a scene makes you feel and how readers react is another gulf again. I love that scene (and, no, I have no qualms about taking pride in the good bits, because I'm tough on the crappy bits too), but it might leave someone else untouched. In the past I've had readers cry at lines I put in as a passing comments, or laugh at things I meant to be bitterly tragic. I had what was supposed to be a light-hearted piece rejected from a magazine once, and as I read through the comments I realised that the reader hadn't realised it was supposed to be tongue-in-cheek and so hated it for being wordy, implausible and unoriginal ><
I'm going to hope that doesn't happen with this piece, but whether it finds a place in the world or not, I'll always prize this one, just for that sudden bit of magic it brought me last night.
Then, this morning, going in to write the final scene, I read back through that section and, to my relief, it reached out and grabbed me so hard I had tears in my eyes (and, yes, it was meant to be moving).
It's strange sometimes, how huge the difference can be between the way you feel as you write and the emotions on the page. Then the difference between how a scene makes you feel and how readers react is another gulf again. I love that scene (and, no, I have no qualms about taking pride in the good bits, because I'm tough on the crappy bits too), but it might leave someone else untouched. In the past I've had readers cry at lines I put in as a passing comments, or laugh at things I meant to be bitterly tragic. I had what was supposed to be a light-hearted piece rejected from a magazine once, and as I read through the comments I realised that the reader hadn't realised it was supposed to be tongue-in-cheek and so hated it for being wordy, implausible and unoriginal ><
I'm going to hope that doesn't happen with this piece, but whether it finds a place in the world or not, I'll always prize this one, just for that sudden bit of magic it brought me last night.
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