I Don't Love My Job Anymore, and I Wrote Something.
I guess I've been feeling pretty down on myself lately. Work kind of sucks, and if not for a couple cool people that I see almost every day, I think I'd really want to quit. Not that I'm in any kind of financial position to quit my job, mind. I just am getting tired of some of the stuff that I have to deal with every day. I know that it'd be the same case with ANY job, though, not just coffee.
I haven't felt like doing much of anything, either. I don't work on my knitting, I don't write in my journal, I hardly ever go on LJ anymore, and I certainly haven't been honing my artistic skills. Haven't touched a drawing pencil in I don't know HOW long. Some of my time had been taken up by this writing prompt that was in Stephen King's On Writing - but I finished that a couple weeks ago. I'd been talking to my co-worker about how stifled I've been feeling, that I haven't written anything of merit in so long, and I felt bad. He asked me, "If I gave you a homework assignment, would you complete it?" and I said that I probably would. He then went on to explain what the writing prompt in Stephen King's book was, and gave me a week to finish it. I hemmed and hawwed all week long, and lamented that I couldn't very well write the second half of a story when I hadn't ever read the first half. So I went ahead and ordered it off Amazon.com, and it came in the mail three days later.
I wrote it, and I'm pretty proud of it... well, no... I'm more proud that I actually did it, and turned it in, than I am of the story itself. It's not a subject I would have chosen, and did not feel very comfortable writing about it. But that's the point of the writing prompt, he explained, to break you out of your comfort zone. It was difficult, though, and I all but ignored my kids while I was writing, and so I felt guilty and bad and am hesitant to undertake a new writing project.
I think that I might post it to my journal, along with the writing prompt itself, so that you can read it if you want to... not today, though. I feel pretty damn lazy, and I've got an apartment to clean anyway.
I haven't felt like doing much of anything, either. I don't work on my knitting, I don't write in my journal, I hardly ever go on LJ anymore, and I certainly haven't been honing my artistic skills. Haven't touched a drawing pencil in I don't know HOW long. Some of my time had been taken up by this writing prompt that was in Stephen King's On Writing - but I finished that a couple weeks ago. I'd been talking to my co-worker about how stifled I've been feeling, that I haven't written anything of merit in so long, and I felt bad. He asked me, "If I gave you a homework assignment, would you complete it?" and I said that I probably would. He then went on to explain what the writing prompt in Stephen King's book was, and gave me a week to finish it. I hemmed and hawwed all week long, and lamented that I couldn't very well write the second half of a story when I hadn't ever read the first half. So I went ahead and ordered it off Amazon.com, and it came in the mail three days later.
I wrote it, and I'm pretty proud of it... well, no... I'm more proud that I actually did it, and turned it in, than I am of the story itself. It's not a subject I would have chosen, and did not feel very comfortable writing about it. But that's the point of the writing prompt, he explained, to break you out of your comfort zone. It was difficult, though, and I all but ignored my kids while I was writing, and so I felt guilty and bad and am hesitant to undertake a new writing project.
I think that I might post it to my journal, along with the writing prompt itself, so that you can read it if you want to... not today, though. I feel pretty damn lazy, and I've got an apartment to clean anyway.