There are a number of writers in the Sherlock fandom and in HP whose stories I'll read and then think, "I'll never write again. Why bother?"
This. Like, every day.
Does anybody else get this crash after finishing a big or otherwise important (to you) story? Does anybody know why it happens? YES. Very much so. It's like, a pattern. Hope when you go into it, thinking you've learned more since "the last one" and "I can do it!" And then it'll start out promising, and I'll think "Hey, not bad." Then I'll re-read it and just... sink. Because it's not like I had imagined at. all., and then there's the a quick self-doubt, and I'll pull myself back up and think, "I'll get it later, or polish more. Get the bones and move on." Repeat, repeat until the end. Flail and agonize when I'm "done" because omfg how could I ever think any of this was any good? But, it still feels good while in the moment, and writing and thinking, and forcing myself to do a thing and finish. (finishing is always touch and go with me. big surprise.) Then, yeah, I'll read others and do that "Oh, God, I'll never write again."
And yet, I still have the urge to, regardless. :/
Does anybody else wonder why they do this and feel like they've just ripped off their skin and are waiting for the world's approval/approvation/rejection/indifference every time they post something? *sigh* Yes. Yes. And yes.
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This. Like, every day.
Does anybody else get this crash after finishing a big or otherwise important (to you) story? Does anybody know why it happens? YES. Very much so. It's like, a pattern. Hope when you go into it, thinking you've learned more since "the last one" and "I can do it!" And then it'll start out promising, and I'll think "Hey, not bad." Then I'll re-read it and just... sink. Because it's not like I had imagined at. all., and then there's the a quick self-doubt, and I'll pull myself back up and think, "I'll get it later, or polish more. Get the bones and move on." Repeat, repeat until the end. Flail and agonize when I'm "done" because omfg how could I ever think any of this was any good? But, it still feels good while in the moment, and writing and thinking, and forcing myself to do a thing and finish. (finishing is always touch and go with me. big surprise.) Then, yeah, I'll read others and do that "Oh, God, I'll never write again."
And yet, I still have the urge to, regardless. :/
Does anybody else wonder why they do this and feel like they've just ripped off their skin and are waiting for the world's approval/approvation/rejection/indifference every time they post something? *sigh* Yes. Yes. And yes.