The Enemy of the Good (eideteker) wrote,
The Enemy of the Good
eideteker

Amazing

I just thought, as I was leaving on my lunch break, about a story I'd written in eighth grade. We had a prisons project, and we were supposed to write a story about someone trapped in a situation and how they tried to escape. It only just occurred to me that I was totally focused on the escape. I didn't convey any of the feeling of entrapment that my protagonist felt when he was incarcerated on the alien ship. I was totally focused on the end point, and not the path the character took.

This is the kind of person I am. I was twelve in eighth grade; now I'm on the verge of twentitwo. It took me a decade to come to this realization. That's not a bad thing; it means I'm still thinking about my early writing, and that we can only expect vast amounts of improvement from future efforts.

But damn, it would've been killer if I'd been able to write an emotional capture story when I was twelve, rather than seeing things as a set of goals to be accomplished and then only seen fleetingly in a rearview mirror.

I amaze even me, and that's all the more amazing because I'm amazing a person who is himself amazing. This is the vicious circle of affirmation and self-worth that stands in opposition to the continual depression you people seem to want to put yourselves into.
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