I don’t wanna feel Blue anymore...
It is over now. It's been 15 month almost but I did it. However, I don't feel the slightest joy or even relief. I'd like to think the time is the only one to blame here. Maybe that's the downside of any long story - by the time you write and edit it and polish ever word you lost the last drop of excitement that fueled you to write it. It's a scary and familiar feeling - putting your heart into something and watch it lie there as people pass it by. Of course, I regret nothing and I am proud of my work. But I very much doubt I can ever do anything like this again, anything so big.
When I began to write my writing seemed like just a patchwork of someone else's ideas. Now I think that imitation is unavoidable but it doesn't mean that the creation does not mean anything or doesn't belong to you. Looking back though, I got inspiration from so many places... Bad Reputation and other college fics, Love Rain, Fujoshi Kanojo, Taiikukan Baby, a bit of Cather in the Rye, maybe even a glimpse of my favourite book and of course some very painful personal experiences. But I only used them as references and nobody would be able to trace them back even if they tried. This story is mine. Very much mine. It would not be an overstatement to say that it's one of my biggest achievements.
I did the masterpost complete with the trailer and all the artwork, all like I planned but I hesitated for awhile since there's still one picture that beckons me to write some more, an epilogue. Yet, now I feel so cold inside I can't even begin to write down even the little image that I have.
When I began to write my writing seemed like just a patchwork of someone else's ideas. Now I think that imitation is unavoidable but it doesn't mean that the creation does not mean anything or doesn't belong to you. Looking back though, I got inspiration from so many places... Bad Reputation and other college fics, Love Rain, Fujoshi Kanojo, Taiikukan Baby, a bit of Cather in the Rye, maybe even a glimpse of my favourite book and of course some very painful personal experiences. But I only used them as references and nobody would be able to trace them back even if they tried. This story is mine. Very much mine. It would not be an overstatement to say that it's one of my biggest achievements.
I did the masterpost complete with the trailer and all the artwork, all like I planned but I hesitated for awhile since there's still one picture that beckons me to write some more, an epilogue. Yet, now I feel so cold inside I can't even begin to write down even the little image that I have.