Atychiphobia. Fear of failing.
I have a habit of judging my writing. Now don’t scold me about killing the “Inner Editor!” (Until you’ve heard me out, at least :D) But it’s true. I look at my writing, and I usually tend to get a feel for it. And sometimes, it comes up “Dead.” What do I mean by “Dead?” Read this post, it’ll give you some insight.
For the past couple weeks, I’ve been plotting my new book.
It’s set in the State of Providence, which is basically part of Canada seceded from the country in the year 2199. And it’s been going pretty well…I’ve got my 2 main characters outlined, as well as the 50 Warrens (like cities/municipalities) and their Administrations, Ministries, and Agreements etc. I’ve written down the historical data on the signing of the Manifesto (Constitution), and the particulars of expiration, renewal, etc. So what’s missing?
That’s right, bloggy buddies. I’m missing a story.
So now comes the big pondersome decision: Do I need a story?
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, WHAT?!” Yah, you heard me. Do I need a story? (Why did I just repeat myself if I knew you heard me…) If I don’t have a story, it would just be a long, meandering piece questioning and thinking about life in general.
Maybe I should redefine myself. When I say story, I mean an actual PLOT—a goal, conflict, an antagonist, a mission. Something that I clearly define. I usually do well with outlines, or so I’d like to think, and this new story would be almost entirely writing on the fly, doing whatever pops into my mind. Now it wouldn’t be completley devoid of story, mind you. There would be action…the characters would definitely go on a trip, or travel, or something to keep it moving. There just would be no set, defined conflict.
But I’m scared of failing.
I know that’s a pitiful excuse.
Now it’s up to you, dear readers…