Creating art can be a strange thing. It's so subjective that even when you know (or suspect) that it's objectively good, you also know that objectivity has nothing to do with it, at which point you start to ask if it's subjectively good, but that's so subjective that it's hard to get a clear and objective read on whether it's objectively subjectively good.
And then you remember that you're writing a first draft and you shouldn't even be asking yourself those questions yet.
I had a moment like that last night. I'm one of those INTJ individuals who often can't get a clear read on my own feelings without consciously trying, which makes detecting the subjective impact of my story all the more difficult. It's hard to think about what I'm writing and feel the feelings it creates at the same time.
So last night, I was typing away at the latest scene in Catgirl Roommate, during which Sam attempts to take a shower and his catgirl companion takes notice. If you've ever tried to shower in the presence of an inquisitive cat, you might be chuckling right now. Unless you're groaning. That's all subjective.
While I was writing this scene, I asked myself the same obvious question I reflexively pose every time I write comedy: Is this funny?
I kid you not, it took me almost three full seconds after asking this question to realize I was already laughing. Out loud.
And then you remember that you're writing a first draft and you shouldn't even be asking yourself those questions yet.
I had a moment like that last night. I'm one of those INTJ individuals who often can't get a clear read on my own feelings without consciously trying, which makes detecting the subjective impact of my story all the more difficult. It's hard to think about what I'm writing and feel the feelings it creates at the same time.
So last night, I was typing away at the latest scene in Catgirl Roommate, during which Sam attempts to take a shower and his catgirl companion takes notice. If you've ever tried to shower in the presence of an inquisitive cat, you might be chuckling right now. Unless you're groaning. That's all subjective.
While I was writing this scene, I asked myself the same obvious question I reflexively pose every time I write comedy: Is this funny?
I kid you not, it took me almost three full seconds after asking this question to realize I was already laughing. Out loud.
I'll take that as a good sign. Of the quality of my writing, not my awareness of external stimuli. Or internal stimuli. Or stimuli in general.
If you want to render yourself oblivious to external stimuli while laughing out loud at a persnickety college student and his innocently evil feline roommate, click the button below to get your copy of Catgirl Roommate.
If you want to render yourself oblivious to external stimuli while laughing out loud at a persnickety college student and his innocently evil feline roommate, click the button below to get your copy of Catgirl Roommate.
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