That little thing missing

I felt great when I worked on Robert’s story, writing the second draft. I was pleased with the result and wasn’t anxious in any way when I sent it back to him. Of course I realized that he might not agree with me, but I was confident that any disagreement can be solved.

It surprised me that I was so calm, because it was based on a true story, experienced by Robert himself. He had been there. I had not.

I could just as much felt that I had nothing to add or being afraid of ruin the story.

But I didn’t.

I felt splendid. I loved working with the script.

Now I’m sitting with my own short story to be produced in the same project and am nervous as I don’t know what.

Suddenly nothing is good enough. Why?

I can’t say that I am stuck because I feel the script improves every time I work with it. It’s more like I can’t see the end of it.

It sounds silly, I know.

What I mean is something like right now I can’t see that it will ever be ready. I rewrite and rewrite, but it still isn’t perfect.

But it’s just me lacking in confidence.

I will find that little thing – because it probably just is a little thing – missing and all of a sudden I will feel confident again.

Unfortunately small things tend to slip away and be hard to find.

But it's there somewhere. And I will find it.

This will be something I can be equally proud of.