Prince of Dust chapter 3 is complete. · 2:49am Apr 30th, 2014
It should be up sometime tomorrow once the editor is through with it.
It's up!
To celebrate, have a listen to the story's theme song.
This story is like trying to carve the perfect sculpture. I want it to be great. Not just good, I want it to be amazing. I want it to be a better story than Unfinished or Whisper Sun. I want every story to be that great, and it's painful to write them but it hurts even more when I neglect them.
I liken it to trailblazing through a hot and muggy jungle. I don't know what's ahead, but I know it will be amazing. I must hack through every unnecessary word and turn away from bad ideas, no matter how easy the path may look. I must clamber over the boulders of writer's block, and when I come to a time when I can write I make my way across a single thread of thought over a raging river of distractions, ready to plunge into something that will just waste my time. All the while things buzz and bite and poke. New story ideas cloud around my head and obstruct my progress, and old stories sting me with guilt because I'm not working on them instead. The allure of video games and other petty things like eating and sleeping continually draw me away from the trail with enticing promises, but only leave me empty-handed.
The thick atmosphere and sheer depth of what I'm trying to convey threatens to overwhelm me. I press on, stomping on the keys of my board as I forge a path that is only well-known and comfortable once I have reached the end. When I get there, when I am at the top of the mountain or the midst of the valley, I look back and the trail looks so worn, so familiar, that I wonder at how hard it was to create it.
But then I realize where I'm standing, that this was the only way the story could have been done. It was the only path I ever could have trod that would make this story as good as it was. I see I wasn't making a new trail. I was finding one that was already there.
The story was already complete. It just waits for you to tell it.
This bit of stupid melodrama brought to you by a story-high RedSquirrel.
Hearing an author care so much gives me goosebumps
2062892 also nerd chills.