Foolish me.
So, as I mentioned last week, I committed to produce a story just three days after Passover was over. I did prewrite before the holiday, and even had started a first draft in longhand (I often do). It was this surprisingly dark piece, written in second-person. A concerned family member was talking to “you,” and “you” (it becomes clear) are suffering from a clinical depression.
When I picked these materials back up after Passover had wrapped up, the first thing I thought was: ugh.
- The tone was too dark, especially for this particular venue (Ironically, the theme I was given was “Put some spring in your step!” Right.).
- The second-person thing effectively pulled you in–making the dark subject matter even more depressing.
I felt like hyperventilating. Was I back to square one? With only three days to go?
AHHH!