Diving back into Editing
The last week of my vacation has seen a lot of under water activity. When the weather is this good, and we have some time to spare, me and my husband often go diving. Once under water with the sound of airbubbles for company, it is like entering a different world.
In the murky brown water, prehistoric looking fish loom out of the dark deep. Commmunication is reduced to gestures and travelling involves three dimensions at once. Swimming right over a mean looking fish is a lot more frightning then walking past a barking dog.
Most times, I derive a lot of pleasure from this activity but every now and then, I feel claustophobic and have to fight off a panicky feeling of ‘this is not right’ and ‘I don’t belong here’, or worse ‘I can’t breath’.
Today I relived this same sense of claustrophobia when I opened up my draft version for editing. I wanted to close the file and open up a brand new world with different characters and new scenes and actions. The story I was trying to edit felt too confined, like I could not breath enough air through the tube.
I have decided that I will see this as a sign that I am almost ready to let go of this story. At the same time, I left the edit to tomorrow. Fighting more than one panic attack in two days is too much of a good thing.
Have a panic-free day!