I wrote up a short piece of fiction that left me down and even a little sad. I knew going into it that it was a piece that needed a negative feel. I knew it needed to be sullen and to even have a dejected tone. I wrote it up and thought I had done a fairly good job by the time I was finished. I thought I had captured the correct essence and it had the elements I was going for when I started out.
I wasn't expecting to have an aftermath of such a low once I was done. It wasn't because I thought I had written it badly. It might have been due to my submerging myself into the dejection of the piece.
I'm not saying I can credit it all to my writing. I don't know that I felt sad and down because of what I had written. It might have been I was just tired. It might be the series of books I am finishing up that has gotten terribly dark. It probably just caught me at the wrong time. I can't even be sure it was the piece I wrote that dragged me down into that dungeon of gloom I felt afterward. I only knew it was after I completed working on that particular piece that I came away mildly depressed.
I haven't gone back to re-read the piece yet. I am letting it rest and I will look at it again after a time to give it some fresh eyes and a clear view. I will see what I think about it then. I'll give it some time.
I am not feeling down or sad now. It didn't linger with me or follow me continuously. It's gone already. I just thought it curious that it might have had any affect on me at all. If it did. And it wasn't the manifestation of a tired mind reading a dark book. After writing a dark piece. Hmmm.
You see. It still has me a little puzzled. But it sort of makes sense, like having a stomach ache after overeating all the cotton candy, peanuts and ice cream at a fair.
Or maybe I just read way too much or have watched to many sci-fi movies in the past.
Who knows? I'm going to let that piece rest a little longer just to be on the safe side.
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