The best laid plans... · 3:38am Dec 19th, 2012
So, I keep doing this to myself.
And honestly, it's a bad habit of highly motivated stubborn writers.
I had to leave for a long time, and I had made a plan and an assurance to pump out a fic before I left.
I had 5 days.
5 days later, I had rewritten the thing 3 times and done over 70 thousand words of edits and re-writes. I have had very little sleep since I also have to work, and do this on the sidelines.
And is it ready?
Not really.
the first draft had issues of tone and focus. The second draft had less of the same, but didn't have direction. The third sacrificed that direction to go in an entirely different way and ended up being too far off course to a certain extent.
I sat and stared and stared and changed things left and right and send it to proofreaders and tried to get a lot of feedback, all of which didn't really help me identify the problem. And so I kept going anyway, believing that I could power through all because of the self-inflicted deadline I had to work to,
I had certainly wanted to push something out for the fear that in the delay of everything since my previous submission, people would kind of get tired and leave for more active pastures. So I pushed and worked and forewent sleep and in the end, the focus of the fic pretty much matched the focus of my FACE. Which, by the way, now has a querty keyboard nicely embedded into the forehead since I keep falling asleep on my computer desk.
And it just wasn't fun anymore. Well, it was, but it turned into a frustrating ball of poopington. It was like trying to roll Pinkie Pie up a hill, but with every turn, more pinkies would appear until it was just one huge katamari ball of Pinkie Pie who would not shut up and would give you hernias and other things like that. I do not know where I'm going with this analogy, but it clearly shows how much I like Pinkie Pie.
Honestly, it just took one guy to tell me, dude, have you considered, you know, maybe like... not worrying about posting it so bad and just go off and come back with a fresh perspective and maybe with actual REST in your blood so that you can push out something that's even and toned and focused and GOOD?
So I guess... I planned on posting it today, before I left, but I guess I won't.
And I hope people will be patient and wait.
Because I've been a very silly pony, and to all those writers who lose track of yourself along the way, remember what's important.
That's right.
PONY PURPLE NURPLES IS IMPORTANTZ.
No. OK. Not really. But you know what I mean. To any writer out there, it's so easy, no matter how much experience you have, no matter how much drive you have, to lose track damn easily in the rush and push something out BEFORE IT'S READY.
Don't... don't do that.
Yeah. You. Don't do that, k? Is bad.
Take a breather, take a second look after a while away, and who knows, maybe it'll be better off.
And for all those who already read one of the various iterations of this nightmare of a fic, yeah, trust me, it'll be back, and it'll be back much better, and it'll make you CRY, and everyone will love RariJack forever and ever and hahahahahaha.
I so... so hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass and be a really suck-tard mish-mash of a fic.
That wouldn't be too good for my creditiblity. Nope.
Anyway! Thanks for waiting, everyone. Waiting for this fic, waiting for the sequel to One Day, waiting for the mini-fic set in the One Day universe starring Daring Dash and her temple of poon, and Magnet and all the other shit I keep saying I'm supposed to do.
Thank you everyone for the support and the help, especially Twi for the reads, TheShadow for the advice and editing and patience, HerpyDerpy for the EXCELLENT idea storming we had, all the other readers who took their time to give feedback, and especially... BookPlayer for the original inspiration in the first place.
That's right.
AppleDasher inspired a RariJack fic.
Everyone go hate on her. =D
Peace out, y'all. And since I won't be here for the holidays, have a merry christmas, a great new year, and may all your wishes come true or something.
DAMN IT, BOOKPLAYER! I SHALL NOW WRITE A WELL-THOUGHT, STRICT, DEMANDING LETTER TO YOU! CONCERNING ABOUT AN APPLEDASHER INSPIRING SOMEONE TO WRITE RARIJACK! Alright, kidding, heh...
Oh gawd, I think I lost it with the purple nurple...
Which, by the way, now has a querty keyboard nicely embedded into the forehead since I keep falling asleep on my computer desk.
And this... this will happen to me sometime SOON.... SOON I TELL YOU!
I promise we will all be here when you get back.
And the only one who's going to hate me for inspiring RariJack is DbzOrDie. . . and I do something he'll hate me for every month. It's kind of a little game we play.
Personally, I rarely have the rewrites problem. If I put words on the screen it's good to go. But your stories are a lot more carefully crafted than my "here's some ponies and they do stuff!" stories that I pack with random punctuation and typos. I do often freak out like that when I just didn't have time to make the words go on the screen before they leave my head, though.
Happy Holidays dude.
Cya soon.
Safe travels! We'll be looking forward to when you come back!