NEW MEDIA & REALITY: Portents
"I ride my bike, I roller skate, don’t drive no car,
don’t go too fast, but I go pretty far,"
Starting yesterday with an e-mail astrological notice that:
This is a mixed results day — meaning that although you will probably get a lot achieved, you might not be happy with the quality of what you have created. Listen to your gut, and if you want to ask for a ‘do-over,’ then do so. The standards to which you hold yourself are getting higher and higher, and this is a very good thing. You are ready to challenge yourself, and you should. It’s only when you expect the best out of yourself that you have a chance to make yourself proud.
Seeings that I’ve been working on nothing but Paths in Storyspace and had an appointment to meet with Steve Ersinghaus to discuss it, I deflated rather quickly and read it more critically many times before I got in the car and took off.
Just as I approached campus, one of my favorite happy songs came on and I felt oh so much better only because since I was smiling as I sang along, the worry got lost in the lyrics:
There’s nothing quite as fulfilling to a writer (or anyone who works on something creative for that matter) as to get feedback on something. You kind of know it might or could be good and have some idea that even without fine tuning, the piece is going somewhere, but only only some of that is justified and sometimes it’s just parental pride. All you have to do is look around to see what some people feel is not only their best work, but really the best out there to understand why I find it so hard to overcome doubt.
But good or bad, go on or start something new, the reaction of others is meaningful. Particularly if it’s someone you trust (most important) and who has the expertise in that field (my husband’s honest, but frankly, he’d probably not get turned on by this narrative).
So back to the drawing board and and attempt as well to get started on two more ideas that are ripe and ready for hypertext–or as Steve suggested, using one to create the other.