Sunday, May 04, 2008

Non, je ne regrette rien...

Some time ago, I wrote a book. I used to say that it was me telling the most beautiful story every told but it was really me just telling a story that I never wanted to forget. A story that I wanted to share with the entire world because just like at times it brought out the worse in me, it also brought out the very best out of me.

I wrote the story and I didn't even bother to change the names (though I did put it under fiction in case my memory was pulling a James Frey on me). I wrote this fabulous story that defined and proved every abstract concept I believed in. I wrote this incredible story and one day I deleted it because I didn't want anyone else to read it.

It really was kinda' personal...
(but even so, that was a really stupid move on my part)

After that long writing break I took earlier this year, I started writing it again but the story is not as good as it was. Or I can't tell it in the same way. I know that I feel very differently about all that now; but that shouldn't affect the memory of how that really went- if that makes any sense. Though maybe it is that it has stopped being so personal...

I like pictures. They are evidence of a particular point in time.
Writing, not so much.

2 comments:

Blenche said...

Yes, what you say sound very true, writing is a very sensitive thing, you can never be sure how you will write things the second time round.
But this should not discourage you. It will come back. Write on something else.

Gabemaster said...

The only way you can re tell the story the same way you did before will be to do everything you possibly can to feel the same emotions you felt back then. You can't be an outsider who knows the story down to the smallest detail,you have to find the way to go back in it emotionally.

It will be an interesting experience that I hope you also share here, if you manage to figure it out. :)