madelinemasoch
Masoch's 2nd Cumming
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- Jan 31, 2022
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Most of you probably know I used to be published on this site but I pulled my stories down myself in March. I'm actively writing more to begin publishing again next year. I don't want to touch upon the specificities of my new stories in very much detail at all in this post. That isn't really the issue at hand. What I'm dealing with is this overwhelming desire to continue writing while simultaneously not being able to. I don't really know what I'm doing with certain story ideas yet. The ones that I do, I'm afraid of executing incorrectly, or I'm tired and I struggle to grasp the feeling of the original spark. They all come to me in visual form, in my mind's eye, and right now I'm struggling to translate these ideas to the page/written word. They're more like film ideas, to be honest, but I don't have the means to execute them as films right now. I think this is partially because I've been consuming more content about writing as a craft. Both my perspective and my ideas have changed since a year ago. I'm sort of stuck in a type of paralysis wherein I can't actually freely enact my craft that I care so much about. I'm just stuck there staring at it. Like if you were in a wood shop and you're just like "how the fuck am I supposed to use this saw?" except you know exactly how to use the saw better than anyone you know, you're just afraid of cutting the wood wrong. I can't seem to just freely type out these things... if I did, what would come out would be something completely different from what I want to write about. There's a lot of pressure.