I’ve come down from the writing high. Or maybe it wasn’t a high. Whatever it was, I’ve come down, and I was all set to just casually, leisurely enjoy writing for awhile.
I’m in a dangerous place today, though. I was once again reminded just how little I know. I’ve been writing fan fiction in the Night Vale universe, but that universe is suffused with the occult and horror and other things that I have honestly never really been that interested in, and as such have very little knowledge of. And Night Vale is a very smart work generally, filled with allusions I know I’m missing.
Sometimes I can accept my ignorance, or rather, accept that I have a lot to learn and am capable of learning it. But sometimes I feel like I’ve wasted so much time, that I know so little, that I’m a failure. Today is tipping toward being one of those times.
Today’s episode was emotionally draining. It’s left me somehow restless and numb. I’m not sure what to do with myself.
I don’t want to write. I want to just…recover.
But if I don’t write, I will break my streak, and I don’t want to do that either.
I’ll write. I’ll write something. Maybe it will be really short, but it will count.
And then I’ll try to figure out what the hell I seem to be yearning for.