oh, argh.

[pipistrellafelix]

You know what I really hate? When I'm walking home in the dark & words are flowing perfectly through my head--I'm not composing anything, they're composing themselves, & they're amazing--& then when I get home & try to put them on paper they're just not the same words I spoke to myself. I hate that.


You know what I love? Rehersals. God, this is hard stuff. Hard & beautiful & challenging & heady stuff.

Comments

[seachild-elf.livejournal.com]

I second that particular hate. With me it's usually dialogues and then they're witty, and short and to the point, and well, perfect and yet barely anything survives by the time you have reached paper.

[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Agh, I know. It's so frustrating.