One of the things that has been the most difficult about being out of college is the lack of a predefined space for me to work on my fiction. The hustle of regular assignments meant that I was under regular pressure to come up with new material, which would be thrown into a feedback loop of exercises and workshops that would eventually lead to the semi-regular creation of further material. Now? Well, not so much. On any of those fronts. As it turns out, sitting down to write after a day of writing is...a difficult proposition for me. But over the past few months, I've been hashing out a rough draft in my notebook during a few plane rides, and it's finally done.
Not in any publishable form, of course, it's a first draft with loads of problems, chief among them a lack of a point. I've written the story such that things just happen aimlessly in a way that I find truly disappointing. But for the first time in a year and a half, I actually have a reason to sit down in Scrivener, and try knocking some sense into this particular piece. Which makes me quite happy.
Why am I sharing this with the internet at large? I have to get it off my chest. Putting it somewhere public, where I'll have to look at it and know others will see it too, so that I have a reason to keep plugging away at this, or at least give it a proper burial.