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A Plethora of Writer-Flail Analogies

I've the climactic scenes roughly outlined for the end of "Black".
It's not making the actual writing of the words any easier. I have this *waves hands* vague mental concept of what's going to happen.  The main antagonists are coming front and center to the stage for the first time in the story... at the end. I don't know if this technique will work at ALL.

Have you ever gone walking down a the line of a large television display? LED's have phenomenal contrast ratios. Beyond anything a standard LCD is capable of. And let's not even bother with standard Plasma. You look at the picture quality of one compared to the next. From 10k:1 contrast ratio, to 100k:1 in the LCD models. Big difference, right? The sharp image, the clarity. This is what the initial stages of writing is like. You get the detail, the greater focus. Yeah, this is great, it's beautiful. The quality of the colors excites the eye.

Then walk on down the line to the LED models, and the contrast against the LCD makes the latter look like you're watching mud or something. What's 10k or 100k when you've got 2 million or 4 million to one, right? Holy shit, you can see the flaws in the stage makeup. The zits they scrambled to hide. The flaws that come with age, the wrinkles and crow's feet.  Don't stand too close, though, because your eyes will start to hurt. Gives you a headache real fast. Trust me. I'm speaking from experience. Optimal viewing distance is at least ten feet. This is what editing is like. Can't bury yourself in the throes of writing each scene, and feeling the emotional tension. You have to start looking at the bigger picture, the overall slope of the the plot development.
Stand too close, and all you see is ugly. The beauty, the artistic impact, is completely lost.

Can't even describe what a 10 million to one contrast ratio is like.
But that's where I'm at. Two feet from a 47" LED screen with 10 million to one ratio. I'm seeing nothing but every little detail that is less than perfect.
And it's giving me a splitting headache.
Welcome to the Bookhate stage, in which the writer wishes to utterly obliterate their creation. In which all that was good, and beautiful, and awe-inspiring has been transformed into nightmarish proximity.

Need a breather. Need to take a few steps back. Bigger picture. The little flaws aren't that big a deal. Who cares if the character has a zit. It's the part they play, the impact of their performance. The emotion and passion their role evokes in the audience. Quit looking at the obvious signs of age in an actor portraying a character half their age.

Going to finish these last few scenes. Wrap it up, pull the threads together. And I'll worry about tightening it up after I walk away from it for a while. Come back with a fresh perspective, and make sure the design is the way I envisioned it in my head. Tweak the flaws to strengthen the impact.

And then tie the knots.

I really should stop with the analogies. Can't help it, though. It's how I work through the gunk and devise a way to tackle the obstacles that face me. It's the only logic I can wrap my head around.

I wonder what sunsets look like, if you're colorblind?...Hmm.

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