I’m something of a motor racing fan. I used to try and keep up with Formula 1 and NASCAR back in the 1960’s and 70’s, and used to religiously watch racing on television before I realized there were other things I could do with the four or five hours I spent camping out watching people drive around an circles. These days I generally check the stats on-line and leave it at that.
I used to love my GTR2 game, back when I had my Logictec G25 while with in-line shifter; I downloaded all the tracks and spent a lot of time tearing up the course. I even finished the 24 Hours of Spa-Francorchamps, in the rain, driving 550 laps over the course of a week (you could save the game, which helped), and even did one fuel run in the dark with no headlights. Never could complete the 24 Hours of Le Mans, though: I was always blowing an engine right around the twelve hour mark, which tended to suck hard–though not as hard as the time I was running the 24 Hours of Hockenheim and lost the transmission of my Porsche at the twenty-two hour mark.
Good times, let me tell ya.
The expression used in racing to indicate a driver didn’t take the checker flag is “DNF”, otherwise known as Did Not Finish. Crash out a hundred meters from the finish line on the last lap, and your standing will say DNF. You didn’t make it, you didn’t end the race the right way, you may have managed some kind of standing, but you are DNF, love. It’s a rare sort of driver who can crash out as they cross the finish line, have a car that’s not going to run ever again, and still win a race–just as Jeff Burton.
At the movement my current project is in a bit of a flux. I’m wildly off the mark of what I wanted to do with one of the characters, and I’m back to the drawing board to try and get things amended. The characterization is part way there, but I’m missing things, and my Points of View are all over the place. And I realized last night that one bit of information that I gave to my beta reader–that I didn’t want to show too much about The Foundation before all the Normal kids arrived–well, child, I blew that shit right out of the water in the very first chapter, because if the reader is paying attention they’ll know something’s afoot, and it’s not normal. If I’ve done this in plain sight, then what am I hiding?
Me being me there have been moments when I’ve thought about throwing up my hands and saying, “It was a good run, girl, but you gotta move on.” Sure, a lot of writers get that way: they hit a kind of wall, they feel everything is turning to shit, and they wanna bail.
I’m note a lot of writers.
I keep falling back to what Neil Gaiman has said, which in paraphrasing is, “Write. Write every day. Finish what you write.” Sure, I could toss this story in the bin and mark it up to trying to write more than I was ready to write. Egos do that sometime. But I can’t, because I have something here. It’s almost in place, but it needs changes. And those changes will make it better–that is a fact.
I just gotta work through this.
I know I can.