So, my term at school is ending, and with that brings the end of my writing class. It has been an interesting little class. It was all online, so a bit less hands-on than I would have wished it to be, effective all the same. I have been focusing on revising my final story excerpt, and I find myself a little nostalgic. Some of the things that I have been cutting out are things that I worked very hard on.
Even knowing that it would be most logical to just keep what I cut in a separate document, I still find myself feeling like I am cutting off an arm or something. Which as someone who is trying to become a serious writer, to be able to support myself solely on writing, I think that that is a feeling I can not actually afford. It is like picking a favorite child that I was only vaguely aware of in the first place.
Even knowing that it would be most logical to just keep what I cut in a separate document, I still find myself feeling like I am cutting off an arm or something. Which as someone who is trying to become a serious writer, to be able to support myself solely on writing, I think that that is a feeling I can not actually afford. It is like picking a favorite child that I was only vaguely aware of in the first place.
