One of the stories I submitted as part of my Clarion application
(summer sci-fi/fantasy writing workshop) had been more or less a
work-in-progress for a year and a half. It started out as a 10k-word
reworking of Rumplestiltskin and ended up closer to a 6k-word twisted
version of a Grimm story. I'm proud of it, and I'm glad to be done with
it--not because I'm tired of working on it, but I just so badly want it to be the emotional roller coaster I kept seeing in my head.
So. I sent that story in with my application. And now I've got an
idea for another story, this one more of a modern-day, urban fantasy
story. I've got a separate folder in my "Original Fiction" file for all
the notes and ideas I've got, and I wrote out the bare bones in a kind
of semi-outline, and just now I opened up another new document to begin
the actual writing.
But dear god, I'd forgotten what it's like to fight against the blank page. There's nothing on the page. It's overwhelming and I've got no idea where to start.
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