I wrote that scene this morning.
You know the one.
The piece of the project that inspired the whole project.
The piece of the project that you’ve been carrying in your head (and in your heart) this entire time. Imagining how someone else might react when they get to it. What you hope they might think or feel.
And then you have to write the scene or, if you’re working in another medium, create the moment, however you do it, and it’s never quite what you felt, just like a retelling of a memory is not the same as feeling that memory which is not the same as having that experience the first time.
And part of you is like “Yay! I did it! I got so far into the project that I finally got to write the scene!”
And the other part is like “Oh. This is the best I could do at this scene, and it’s already disappointing me, and even though I know I can always revise it I also know that it’ll never be the thing I imagined in my head because you can never make anything exactly like you imagine it.”
But hey, I’m 18,547 words into this project and I finally got to write the scene.
And I’ll get to write again next Monday, and add another thousand words to the story. ❤️