[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Earlier, I was happily tapping away at my keyboard, getting my first draft nailed down, when the perfect line popped into my head. When my fingers went to record the line, I froze.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]"I can't write that," I told my dog. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Sure you can, she told me with her canine radio waves. Just get me a bone before you do. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]I got the dog a bone, and when I came back that line was still backing up traffic in my fingers. I couldn't move forward. I couldn't back up and go in another direction. [/FONT] I needed to write that line.
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]But the line--that oh-so-perfect line--made me cringe. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]What would my crit partner think? What would the unwashed masses think? Would the creepy goosebumps ever go away?[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]So I did what many of us do when the story won't move forward: I stared at the wall, checked my e-mail, made a shopping list, brushed my hair twenty times, braided it, settled on a ponytail, then decided to wash it because it was a big old mess by that time.
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[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Then I experienced a second cringe-worthy moment when it came to me in a blinding flash: Oh my god! That's why my antagonist does what he does! It's perfect! All the foreshadowing is in place already.
I knew before I knew. Writers live for these moments.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]And again, I said, "Oh my god, no way. That hits me in all my squicky places. I can't write that."[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]This time it was my cat who glared at me. I don't give a rat's ass what you write, she told me with her contemptuous expression, as long as you let me have the next snake that comes in the house.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]I did some baking. Then laundry. I honed my procrastination skills.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]I turned on some music and consulted the gods of rock 'n' roll, AC/DC. But they were too busy singing Badlands to help me. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]So I wrote the cringe-inducing line with my eyes closed. Then I rewrote it with one eye closed because it was undecipherable the first time. And once it was on the page I kept on going without looking back. Because you shouldn't hold back. You can't be half-hearted about writing. Risk doing what's exactly right for the story you're telling, or just don't bother. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]My experience makes me curious: have you experienced a cringe-worthy line or moment when writing? What was it, and how did you deal with it and move forward?
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[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]"I can't write that," I told my dog. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Sure you can, she told me with her canine radio waves. Just get me a bone before you do. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]I got the dog a bone, and when I came back that line was still backing up traffic in my fingers. I couldn't move forward. I couldn't back up and go in another direction. [/FONT] I needed to write that line.
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]But the line--that oh-so-perfect line--made me cringe. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]What would my crit partner think? What would the unwashed masses think? Would the creepy goosebumps ever go away?[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]So I did what many of us do when the story won't move forward: I stared at the wall, checked my e-mail, made a shopping list, brushed my hair twenty times, braided it, settled on a ponytail, then decided to wash it because it was a big old mess by that time.
[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Then I experienced a second cringe-worthy moment when it came to me in a blinding flash: Oh my god! That's why my antagonist does what he does! It's perfect! All the foreshadowing is in place already.
I knew before I knew. Writers live for these moments.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]And again, I said, "Oh my god, no way. That hits me in all my squicky places. I can't write that."[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]This time it was my cat who glared at me. I don't give a rat's ass what you write, she told me with her contemptuous expression, as long as you let me have the next snake that comes in the house.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]I did some baking. Then laundry. I honed my procrastination skills.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]I turned on some music and consulted the gods of rock 'n' roll, AC/DC. But they were too busy singing Badlands to help me. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]So I wrote the cringe-inducing line with my eyes closed. Then I rewrote it with one eye closed because it was undecipherable the first time. And once it was on the page I kept on going without looking back. Because you shouldn't hold back. You can't be half-hearted about writing. Risk doing what's exactly right for the story you're telling, or just don't bother. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]My experience makes me curious: have you experienced a cringe-worthy line or moment when writing? What was it, and how did you deal with it and move forward?
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