The right notion in the meantime.

I've been back-reading old entries tonight, and I'd like to give a shout-out to my senior seminar creative writing teacher who made me pitch the story I wrote for her class that blew everyone's socks off once they read it. It's too bad I lost my college papers on a move between computers a while back, because I'd love to look back at the words I used to justify myself and maybe get back in touch with her.

I'm not complaining, though. I'm still bothered I was the only person who had to explain what they wanted to do and get permission to give it a try. Still. It's a little moment I can look back on and smile about, because doing that sort of thing so very early on in the writing life when the stakes were so small is solid practice for doing it later when the stakes are higher. Like right now.

I've been thinking about the stuff I'm working on - or will be, since I haven't done any composition lately - and how they're not typical fare for the genre and fandom, how they're dealing with themes and concepts I've worked on before, if anyone will understand what I'm saying, what's even the main emotional thrust of the story, the usual doubts. And then I remember how to ignore those worries and keep working. Because I can trust myself to know when a story's worth telling. It might take work to get that story, and the work should be welcomed.