Carnevil9
King of Jesters.
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- Jul 19, 2006
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I am a fairly new author here (two accepted, one pending), but I have noticed an interesting phenomenon: there is a profound sense of sadness that accompanies the submission of a story. Yes, there is a feeling of accomplishment, but there is also a twinge of loss. While I'm working on the story, it is a living, breathing entity and we enjoy a symbiotic relationship: I feed the story, and it feeds me. It grows, and I grow with it. We give each other pleasure and purpose and a daily dose of life.
But, once pasted into that submission box and the final button pushed, it is FROZEN in time. It is gone. It is cast forth upon the ocean of the cold cruel world to live or die on its own merits, and there is precious little more that I can do for it. All that is left is to start another story, which will be loved anew, on its own merits, but is never a replacement for the one that is gone.
I don't have any offspring, but I can only imagine that this feeling is similar to that of a parent for their child making that first trek out of state to college or to their first apartment.
Am I the only one who has this vague sense of loss? Or is it common? Just curious......Carney
But, once pasted into that submission box and the final button pushed, it is FROZEN in time. It is gone. It is cast forth upon the ocean of the cold cruel world to live or die on its own merits, and there is precious little more that I can do for it. All that is left is to start another story, which will be loved anew, on its own merits, but is never a replacement for the one that is gone.
I don't have any offspring, but I can only imagine that this feeling is similar to that of a parent for their child making that first trek out of state to college or to their first apartment.
Am I the only one who has this vague sense of loss? Or is it common? Just curious......Carney