As I noted in my last post regarding Story #1, I had entered the phase in my writing process when I start thinking that I should not be writing a short story at all and that I should be writing a play instead.
One of the reasons I do this is because it is scary for me (and, probably, for most people) to commit to any piece of writing. By "commit" I mean finish, of course, but I also mean make the decisions/artistic choices that are going to form/define that story. It's sort of the there's-no-going-back-now moment; after this point, that story is what it is going to be.
I feel like I am explaining this both too much and not enough at the same time.
The point is I am not equivocating anymore. I'm writing the story and I'm ready to finish it.
I had a very good writing day on Friday after writing my last post. Perhaps writing that post helped me to move on and stop equivocating.
I don't really have anything else to say. I am relaxed and feeling good after a nice weekend with Agnes. More evidence that happiness does not provide much material for me to write about...
I wrote last night (and Saturday and Friday).
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