I found a really awesome new blog called Will Write for Chocolate. Every week it offers a new comic strip about the writing life.
I'm pretty sure it's one of those things where I'm the last one to the party.
I totally teared up in a lesson today, to the point of having to wipe my eyes. One of my students who used to use all the wrong muscles to play the piano. (Yes, wrong. If you use your muscles wrong, you just won't be able to play advanced music later, and you'll injure yourself if you try.) Suddenly, after a couple weeks off, she played with AWESOME technique. It all clicked.
A few years ago, when she had had it up to here with me endlessly nagging her and holding her arm and forcing her to use the right muscles, when she was frustrated to tears and I had to not look at her arms while she played to prevent myself from incessantly correcting her, I promised her she would have the best technique in the whole studio.
Well, she certainly has the best technique for her age. She's got the best chords. She's going to have an amazing year. She won student of the year last year and cried. Which made me feel better about crying today. :-)
Sometimes when we set a goal, we go forward with a suspension of disbelief. We go forward forcing ourselves to believe we can do it. We tell ourselves we believe we can do it.
But when we finally do it, the feeling is I can't believe I did that!
It's like that with teaching, except it's a I can't believe we did that!
And with writing.
Have you ever achieved something that you thought you believed you could do, but after you did it, were shocked that you did?
It's pretty much like that with every story I finish. I can't wait to finish my current WIP. Not that I'm sick of it. I just hate it when it's stuck up in my head. I want it out. I want it to stop nagging me. I want that finished feeling.
On the other hand, I haven't finished a book in ages. It seems to be taking me forever to read. I don't get it. I used to read a book a day, before I started writing. I used to read a book every couple days, after I started writing.
The unfinished stuff nags me, like a mosquito trapped under my skin, biting me from the inside out.
I also ran out of contacts. My vision is getting worse. I have to fix my teeth first, but I'm making all sorts of typos in my WIP because I can't see the freaking things. It's taking me twice as long to peer closely and edit and edit. I need to do double duty to make up for for my eyesight. I really prefer no mistakes at all. They irritate me like mosquitoes, too.
I need chocolate.