I have had an idea for a book I wanted to write for a long time. The main drive for wanting to write it is a final scene, with a character reaching their journey's goal and giving a little speech, which would form the emotional heart of the book. It has never left my brain in all the years since I thought of it, and I have yearned to finally put it down into words. It was my white whale: something I thought I would never catch, and forever chase.
Well, in June / July or so, I started writing this yearned-for book in earnest, to actually get to this ending scene and its dialogue, to make it a real thing, to get it out there. And it's gone really well! On Monday, five months later, I come to write this final scene, to put down these words that have been floating in the grey matter for days and months and years and get the scene done, to write this perfect ending to a book I've dreamed about, to achieve it and own it, and...
It looks dumb written down. Like, super corny. So I delete it, and hey, the book suddenly feels better. Everything else is fine. Just that one bit that I dreamt of writing is the problem. White whale deleted.
So. The main reason I wrote the book after years of thinking about it is the first thing I edit out. Because it's a bit dumb.
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