My name is Janna, and I’m an over-thinker.
Okay, for those who have visited my blog before, this may not be a shocking confession, but I’ve taken it to a new level.
Earlier this week someone left a nice comment on my blog, including the following:
“I would love it if one day you took one of my photos and wrote a story inspired by it.”
I was honored that someone would offer their art for me to write a story- that’s never happened before. I figured it would be a snap- I write flash fiction where I have to work in odd-ball words, references to media prompts, and/or a provided sentence. How hard could taking inspiration from a photo be?
I got the photo and that night, I started writing.
I’m at 3,450 words and I don’t have the ending completed. It’s much too long to post in its entirety. I looked at editing the story down but it loses too much. Then, I decided it was kind of a weird story so I’d be better off to just start over. When someone offers a beautiful photo to use as inspiration, it seems only right that a “nice” story should accompany it.
I started two other stories, but my heart was still with the first one. Oh, and they weren’t heartwarming either; one involved a dead person in the trunk and the dialogue on the other one bored me (I deleted it).
I went back to my first story and found a cut-off point that would work, making it about 1,040 words. The real weirdness doesn’t come into play until later, so it could still be a “nice” story. Except for the fact death has a lead role.
It occurs to me that I’m making this a bigger deal than it should be. My indecisiveness has me writing in circles.
I do this when I go shopping, too. Do I need this? Maybe it will go on sale. I don’t know, maybe the neckline is all wrong. Should I go with pink or blue? Or maybe I should get orange… I don’t have any orange. Oh, there’s a reason for that. Let me see if there’s another shirt I like better.
Forty-five minutes later, I leave the store with nothing.
My husband won’t go shopping with me. I won’t even go shopping with me anymore- I order online and wear it whether it fits right or not 😛
Do you over-think things? Or are you one of the lucky ones who can make a decision and stick with it?
Maybe I should delete this post…