SQUEE!

So stoked! My meeting with the Writer in Residence went awesome. Awe. Some. I haven't been this eager to write in months. Months! I have new techniques and constructive critique to digest. Some of my writers block has been addressed. I now understand what was bothering me and why it was bothering me. I can't stress enough how much of a relief that is. I wrote words today! Shiny, bright new words full of possibility. My creative brain came up with new interesting things (small things, but that was all that was needed for a particular scene). I love that I now have some tools with which to fix things that aren't working in my writing either stylistically or storywise.

Happy, happy, happy.

:)

On Being An Adult

Being an adult means I don't have to eat the peas in my fried rice. Instead, I can flick them off to the side to linger in sorrow till I dump their unwanted green selves into the garbage.
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Dammit, I shouldn't have written it like that. Now I feel bad. :(
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But I'm still not gonna eat them. *folds arms*

Back, sort of

Internet is back finally. Moving has happened. Many boxes still litter the ground like mines eager to snag us. Heater leaked heater fluid all over the floor, wrecking several boxes and requiring much clean up.

It's been way to hectic (and my computer only just got set up late last night) to be doing any real writing. So I've had to content myself with occasionally polishing what does exist during my breaks at work. Better than nothing?

Am cleaning up the first 3k words of story to send off to the local writer in residence. Crossing my fingers this goes well.

So behind on commenting and writing and everything else, I despair of ever catching up.

Why I don't vote

Link is here: http://themsfightinwords.blogspot.com/

This guys rant pretty much sums up my thoughts on the subject [except the part about saying things loudly and drunkenly. Loudly? Occasionally. Drunkenly? Not anymore. :) ] I might have pressed the freedom to choose not to angle a bit more, but whatever. Tis a good rant.

Still trying to not write and not kick myself over it. I don't have much in the way of games to take my mind off it. Apparently partitioning my hard drive so that I could reinstall windows without having to reinstall everything else didn't work so well. I basically have to reinstall everything because none of it works now and I'm at a loss to explain why. And while it's possible I could figure it out given enough time, I'm sick of fighting with it. I've been in a foul mood for a while now and I'm tired of that too.

Moving goes uber slowly, add one more to the pile of things I'm tired of. I just want to be moved and unpacked and settled into the new place already.

Ok, more radio silence from me until I can relearn how to play nice with others again.

I Am Jack's Severe Case of Writer's Block

Otherwise titled, don't read if you don't want to read my bitching about writing.

I can't let it go. I can't just put it all down and just walk away and not think about it. I'm like a dog with a bone. I have to keep chewing away at it. I tried to just leave it for now, but that wasn't working. Tried writing, that's really not working. I don't know why. I try to write new scenes and nothing. I try to at least add to existing scenes and I get nothing or next-to-nothing. I don't know what's got me so blocked right now.

I should really stop bitching about it... see dog-with-bone comment.

I'm going to try to take the pressure off myself and work on it if I want to and leave it alone if I don't without beating myself up for not working on it. I'm not sure if that will work, but it's all I got at this point. My word count hasn't moved. This is completely unacceptable.

I also haven't even touched all those emails (or blog posts) sitting there since I got my computer back. I don't even know where to begin.

Man I want a vacation.

Captain's Log

It's been...several days now... still. No. Computer. I think I'm... starting to see things. Technological things at the.... edges of my mind. Mocking me, always...just out of...reach. Flitting about they...taunt me and...whisper of things I am missing. If only I could...have... my...computer back.

She's Dead Captain.

My computer died several days ago. I almost managed to get it into the shop I bought it from to have it looked at, but the store closed unexpectedly today due to electrical failure. Figures. This week's forecast calls for extended cloudy periods and several days of extreme quiet.
Also, much te- I mean rain.