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[shapinglight]

ruuger very kindly recced my story, The Worst Journey in the World to spuffy_recs the other day, and I've just spent half an hour reading parts of it again (I'm supposed to be writing something else, but it's not working). Daft thing is, it brought tears to my eyes. The last bit is really quite upsetting. Also, I can't believe I was ever able to write anything like that. How on earth did I do it?

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[quinara]

Because you sat at your computer and typed some words and hated them, but kept on going, and hated writing some more, and you weren't quite sure it was going to turn out OK - but then you had a draft, so you sent it to your beta, and you thought, hmm, yeah, maybe that's what this is about, and you pruned and edited and reshaped and polished phrases and then you posted. Months passed, and the memory of the effort faded; you remember writing the thing, but not quite the despair and lack of belief that went with it. More months passed and then the only real reminder of the experience left was the finished fic, which as you remember you just wrote, didn't you?

At least that's how it always goes with me. :D

(And I love that fic!!)

[shapinglight]

Sounds about right. I'm glad I'm not the only one. ;)

Fag Ends is very quiet, btw. Also, I miss our weekly confabs.