So, I've written quite a few pages of my Solipsism Syndrome story... still no name for it yet, annoyingly (I don't know why, but having a title helps me write) but I've also gotten distracted - I found the first draft of a piece of work entitled "The Artist" on my Hard Drive today - it's a piece I was writing just before Christmas about an artist (surprisingly!) living in a dystopian world who withdraws from the grim reality outside his door. He paints a beautiful painting, a representation of paradise lost. The world as he wishes it were. In order to paint this vision, he has to disconnect from everything else. So he stops going outside his rat-infested apartment, runs out of food, stops eating. His obsession with finishing the painting before he is again corrupted by the outside world leads eventually to his death just as he has completed the final brushstroke.
Now, the thing is, I love the STORY, but I'm not happy with the WRITING. So... I want to go back and do another draft. But I don't want to lose the thread on my Solipsism story. Dilemma.
*sigh* ah well, we'll see where they both go.
-Stephen-







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My life is and open book only because I choose to write.
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Just don't overwork... Thats the key!
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Dan: Everybody wants to be happy.
Larry: Depressives don't. They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy they couldn't be depressed anymore. They'd have to go out into the world and live... Which can be depressing.
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Dan: Everybody wants to be happy.
Larry: Depressives don't. They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy they couldn't be depressed anymore. They'd have to go out into the world and live... Which can be depressing.
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