Fantasy Versus Reality: The Lies I Tell Myself

Though my intentions are always good, there exists a chasm between fantasy and reality that I can’t quite bridge when it comes to my typical day.  Perhaps I should blame my unbridled optimism, but great expectations often wither against time constraints and the fact that I’m not actually super-human. Unfortunately there aren’t twenty-eight hours in a day, and I need at least two out of twenty-four hours to devote to coffee.

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A Blank Page

This morning I am excited.  I’m excited and somewhat over-caffeinated and thats alright.  The three cups of coffee I’ve already downed are just helping to further fuel this maddening energy.  I feel as though I could burst, but I don’t want anything to quell it—this feeling of potential and possibility.  Finally, finally I am sitting down to a blank page.  My revision of Chapter Twelve is done and I’ve skimmed through the first two-thousand words of Chapter Thirteen that I wrote over two years ago.  Everything I put down from this point forward is totally and entirely new.

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Reality, Fiction and a Chapter to Change Everything

Reality is so much more complex than fiction.  Its not something I’d ever have thought about before I started this project.  But I’ve learned through my short stints of writing over the last six years that real life is far too nuanced to translate directly to fiction.  Something more is required than the changing of names.  Facts and events and people must all be distilled down into something simpler.

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