So you recently made a bunch more changes to the original Star Wars movies.
I admit I don’t get why you felt the need to put extra rocks in front of R2D2. Or to CG blinking eyelids onto the Ewoks. And as for that last scene with Vader: NOOOOOOOOOO!!
But I do get why you can’t stop tinkering with your own stories, even though it’s been decades, and you’re a different person now, and the originals were loved by millions just the way they were. I get it because I have the same problem.
It’s that killer combination of idealism and insecurity. My stories can always be better. My stories can never be good enough. It’s itchy and painful. I tinker and tinker with my stories until they’re like an overworked drawing, a smudgy mess of rubbed-out lines. I overwork them to death.
I’m hoping this project will cure me of that. Put it this way, it’s kill or cure. Writing 2 or 3 stories a day, there’s no way I’ll have time to edit. They’ll all be first drafts, and that means they’ll be rough, and revealing, and some of them will suck. This is nervewracking, but I’m hoping it’ll help me learn to let go of my stories when they’re done.
Also: Origami paper came in the post today. This is ON!