We’re almost all familiar with the pleasures of “new car smell” (even if just in a rental.)
Even more attractive is the zing of a new relationship.
For some of nerdy types, even more compelling is the engagement of new creation. I don’t mean procreation here (although that might fit in too.) I’m talking about a new idea, a new piece of writing or work of art.
How uncritical we are in the face of freshness! Sure, we can see kinks, but they feel trivial in the flow of inspiration–detritus in the stream, texture!
Now that I think about it, working on a new piece is remarkably like a new relationship. In the charge of fresh pheromones, we feel somehow certain that we’ll fix any problems, the person too. Later. (Note to self–fat chance.)
Rewriting, in contrast, tends to bog down. The flaws are about all we are conscious of; the flow feels like a house on stilts rather than any kind of river.
Sometimes we want to change the whole thing, start almost from scratch. This may be the best approach, but it’s also important to stop and take a breath. Are we really just trying to do something new, different? Something whose flaws we don’t have to deal with just yet?
Ugh.
(P.S. – for those who don’t follow this blog, I promised myself to take this Nanowrimo–National Novel Writing Month–to work on revising old manuscripts rather than writing something new. Ahem.)
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