a synopsis...
on a break from writing on/refining/cursing at the magnum crappus.
here's a rundown of what you have missed:
write. fret. write. curse. write. worry. try to ignore kids' noises. write. scrap about 5 pages cause they're shite (i know, i know, never stopped me before--but this isn't just a blog post this time). write. grumble. orlando, seaworld, jamming with friends, and too much alcohol (if stephen king has taught me one thing, it is "all work and no play makes jack an axe-murderer"). lose saturday as a result of being tired, sore, and hungover. write. smile. beach. "be quiet goddammit!" followed by 20 minutes staring at the screen trying to recapture the absolutely fucking brilliant paragraph i had in my head. finally say "fuck it!" and take chapter in a slightly different direction. write. chew nails. write. mail a few chapters to friends to look over. write. frown. look at calendar: "holy fucking shit! april is half over!" write. gitch. appointments for kids. write. "god this thing is a pain in the ass!" write. breathe. write. cry (rereading some of the chapters puts me right back there again, and i can't help myself). write. interview for golf course job (in about an hour--wooo hooooo!) daydream about what i am gonna do with the money when the magnum crappus spends a month or two on the new york times' best seller list (quit your fucking laughing, i said daydreaming!! jesus!)
and post.
darth sardonic
here's a rundown of what you have missed:
write. fret. write. curse. write. worry. try to ignore kids' noises. write. scrap about 5 pages cause they're shite (i know, i know, never stopped me before--but this isn't just a blog post this time). write. grumble. orlando, seaworld, jamming with friends, and too much alcohol (if stephen king has taught me one thing, it is "all work and no play makes jack an axe-murderer"). lose saturday as a result of being tired, sore, and hungover. write. smile. beach. "be quiet goddammit!" followed by 20 minutes staring at the screen trying to recapture the absolutely fucking brilliant paragraph i had in my head. finally say "fuck it!" and take chapter in a slightly different direction. write. chew nails. write. mail a few chapters to friends to look over. write. frown. look at calendar: "holy fucking shit! april is half over!" write. gitch. appointments for kids. write. "god this thing is a pain in the ass!" write. breathe. write. cry (rereading some of the chapters puts me right back there again, and i can't help myself). write. interview for golf course job (in about an hour--wooo hooooo!) daydream about what i am gonna do with the money when the magnum crappus spends a month or two on the new york times' best seller list (quit your fucking laughing, i said daydreaming!! jesus!)
and post.
darth sardonic
posted by darth sardonic at 9:13 AM
10 Comments:
Sometimes the harder you try, the harder it is to produce.
I know you tried to show how your life was uninteresting lately, but damn, you just made me even more so miserable about my own uneventful existence.
that is very true z, but i think i have finally found the groove, and things are clipping along a little smoother.
krissie, i am sorry. you could translate my book? i know, i know, that wouldn't help either.
Lol! Welcome to the 'wonderful' world of writing with intent! Keep going you can beat the deadline!
dj-still at it, sometimes i think i am progressing well, and others, not so much lol
wel I hope you do better than me... 7 chapters first draft, then I go do something stupid.... fall in love so that's put that on a memory card for who knows how long!!
actually the falling in love is pretty damn lovely ....
pxx
yeah, i wouldn't go knocking the falling in love thing, pixie, as long as it is reciprocated. i have actually been working on this book in some form or another for over ten years, and falling in love put it on a back burner alot for me as well.
I actually envy you.
oh no need to envy me at all bel
i seem to have become grof's personal billboard
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