It's fanfiction all the way down.
The full title of this story, including its only chapter is: "This place of ours, where we were happy."
Twilight slumped back on her throne in Canterlot Palace. “You know, Spike,” she said, “this isn’t really what I thought ruling Equestria would be like.”
“Oh yeah?” He glanced down at the schedule in his talons. “Your next appointment is in five minutes, by the way.”
A little while ago, I wrote a story called If Only, If Only about what writing feels like for me. Today, I stumbled across this on DeviantArt.
It's nice to know I'm not alone.
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That second paragraph is me and procrastination.
Decades ago, I remember reading an interview with some writer/artist/filmmaker in which he said that—if you're lucky—the final work will have 20% of the idea that's inside your head.
Christ in a hat, this is nail-on-the-head once more and again.
It seems I only move forward hoping that tomorrow will be better than today. I trudge through real life, awaiting the times when I can fall back into worlds of fantasy.
Am I truly living? Or am I merely in a state of perpetual decay?
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And this is why I can't read sad things, I start thinking. xD
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Join the club, they have buttons and stickers.
I have this problem, but don't we all? Even if you are the magical peppy tireless version of yourself, I don't think it's physically possible to get the ideas out before they drift away. I suppose drugs help, but becoming your ideas to that extent doesn't leave much room for the person you're supposed to be.
I like to think of ideas as things that drift through the air, touching each of us just long enough to amaze before moving on to someone else. Holding on to them just stains and traps them, and they stop being so pretty because you've fully examined them and they lose the wonder.
Of course, even if you only manage to get ten percent of an idea down, ten different ten percents still makes one hundred percent. That's how I deal with it, at least.
When writing a story of any complexity, I often end up feeling like there are multiple of me taking turns at it. There's the guy who understands this character, then the one who knows how that is supposed to work. Because no single one of me is able to hold all those parts in his head at once.
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You are far from the only one in that regard.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
And my wish, toward the arts, would be to have the same ease to write fiction as I do non-fiction. Fiction-wise, I can scarcely push out a thousand words in a fortnight, and then only if I'm feeling inspired. Non-fiction, though, I can spew a thirty page essay inside a week, which is then usually spent thinking about it for several days before I just spew it out in a single go.
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If wishes were horses, all of us would be turning out ten times more ponyfic.
This is why the 60's and 70's generated so much creative art: they had better drugs.
I am happy to report that if you stay consistently on-message, you can convince yourself that nothing positive will come of it, and that the ideas will then subsequently dry up.
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More accurately with that one: fewer of us would be here, as we would have gone pro, and our publishers would have scared us away from the fanfic community. Very few pros can be like JK Rowling, who openly admits to liking reading fanfiction.