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weaselbitch, "Argh! Ack! Fppttt!" (She sounds like Bill the Cat; I expect tongue-twanging any time now.)
Writer's block. Fucking writer's block!
I hate it when this happens. I write a beginning, decide it sucks, delete. Lather, rinse, repeat. Arrrrrrrgh. It's a fairly simple thing; I know the story I want to tell, and I will be fine if I can ever settle on a starting point, but it's all so bloody sucky! And I'm supposed to be a writer. Feh.
The first thing I am going to do is step away from the computer. Have a shower, wash my hair, calm down. Then I have choices:
1) Give the whole thing up as a bad job and spend the rest of the evening throwing my plush echidna at one of the walls while kicking myself for not even being able to write a fucking paragraph without screwing it up;
2) Consume caffeine until I either deplete the house's resources entirely or edge into minimum lethal dose territory, then just write any goddamn thing (the NaNoWriMo approach); or
3) Start from any point I can think of, remembering that the beauty of computers is the ability to add things at any point in the text you want without mass overuse of erasers, carets or loose sheets of paper.
So now I'm going to do the first thing. I'm open to suggestions about the next step.
One good thing, though. There's been this piece of grit in my left eye since this morning and I think I've finally dislodged it. It's hard to tell, though, as it's been scraping around in there all day so I think my eye's going to be a bit sore for a little while. You'd think that as a specs wearer -- and someone with long eyelashes -- I wouldn't have to deal with this kind of crap so much.
weaselbitch, "Argh! Ack! Fppttt!" (She sounds like Bill the Cat; I expect tongue-twanging any time now.)Writer's block. Fucking writer's block!
I hate it when this happens. I write a beginning, decide it sucks, delete. Lather, rinse, repeat. Arrrrrrrgh. It's a fairly simple thing; I know the story I want to tell, and I will be fine if I can ever settle on a starting point, but it's all so bloody sucky! And I'm supposed to be a writer. Feh.
The first thing I am going to do is step away from the computer. Have a shower, wash my hair, calm down. Then I have choices:
1) Give the whole thing up as a bad job and spend the rest of the evening throwing my plush echidna at one of the walls while kicking myself for not even being able to write a fucking paragraph without screwing it up;
2) Consume caffeine until I either deplete the house's resources entirely or edge into minimum lethal dose territory, then just write any goddamn thing (the NaNoWriMo approach); or
3) Start from any point I can think of, remembering that the beauty of computers is the ability to add things at any point in the text you want without mass overuse of erasers, carets or loose sheets of paper.
So now I'm going to do the first thing. I'm open to suggestions about the next step.
One good thing, though. There's been this piece of grit in my left eye since this morning and I think I've finally dislodged it. It's hard to tell, though, as it's been scraping around in there all day so I think my eye's going to be a bit sore for a little while. You'd think that as a specs wearer -- and someone with long eyelashes -- I wouldn't have to deal with this kind of crap so much.