I have been working on this stupid cover story article for over 12 hours now. I was worried about it before I began, and I just cannot get it to a point where I like what it says, how it sounds, or what it means.
Hell, at this point I don’t know that it means anything. I can’t tell anymore what’s good and what’s shit. Sometimes it’s such a battle to just get the words on the page to make sense, let alone actually mean something, add knowledge to someone’s life, or sound eloquent in the process.
I’ve finally written enough schlock that the story’s long enough for the cover feature, but it feels meandering and pointless; completely without conclusion. That’s a horrible thing for a cover story, and I fear extreme embarassmant over it. Especially since I was pretty happy about how my first two cover stories turned out.
Now that I’m this far, I think I’ll be able to smooth it out a little bit tomorrow once I’ve rested, but it’s certainly never going to be one of my favorite articles.
It’s especially frustrating because I found the topic intriguing and I think it had potential to be a really great, eye-opening piece. I hate when things just won’t gel how you want them to, no matter how hard you try. Makes me feel like my effort was wasted.
Oh, well. There must be some cosmic meaning why it’s just not meant to be the way I pictured it.
July 22, 2004 at 6:18 am
Actions and thoughts do speak louder than words. If you feel passionate about something it is often hard to put the mark on it that you posses inside. Not all things are, as you want; however someone else’s interpretation may be the other end of the spectrum. So don’t worry what may be junk to you may be gold to another, just right it as you can don’t try too hard. Besides go to bed my God its almost 4!!!!!
July 26, 2004 at 4:22 pm
Feel better yet?