The start of a project is all optimism. Something new, fresh and exciting. Something great and wonderful is afoot.
The middle seems to be less so. Enthusiasm has waned, and it seems a lot more like work. It’s not self-doubt that seems to have snuck in, it’s more like a critical eye looking at every single detail. Also, a healthy dose of skepticism. Well, if I’m being honest, I think it’s more than a healthy dose. I think it’s bordering on excessive.
Mostly, right now, I’m looking at a project and wondering if what I am trying to do and say have any real meaning. Whether the story is worth telling. Honestly, I don’t know. It could be a waste of time that ends up having no impact and will then have to be chalked up as a failure.
The bad thing is, the only way to find out is to just do it.
So I refill the scanner’s film holders and click scan again. Past hikes and drives parade across my screen. I edit endlessly. I’m still not entirely sure what the story is. But, I’m working on it. I’m getting ready to tell it. And then, I will at least have my answer.