Funny how fast it changes, how one day–or a even a week at a stretch–I can be inspired and driven, and then suddenly it all dries up and there’s just nothing there.
I’ve been comparing myself to other people a lot lately. Never a good idea. The road to competence was a long one, and I wonder if there even is a road to brilliance or if, as Stephen King says in On Writing, a good writer will never become a great one. (I threw the book across the room at that point.) I am stubborn, and do not like to be told what I cannot do. But then I read something truly brilliant and I wonder if he might be right.
I’m going to go try to stop beating my head against “Aveline” now and see if I can sneak into its cracks and fissures instead. I need to try something new because I’m not getting anywhere and the longer I don’t get anywhere the more I fear I never will.