Happy Samhain Everyone!
Still fighting the stupid cold. God bless orange juice.
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I'm trying to get revved up for NaNoWriMo this year. This is the first year I've ever had free time in November (heh) so I'm hoping to have a better-than-average gander at it. I have an 84 page Southdown manuscript I've been working on this fall and want to get some significant work added to it--don't worry, I've noted the number of words thus far, and will only count new content as NaNoWriMo production.
I've been quite depressed the last couple of months, cos hey, major life changes. Not having a job bugs, as does the boringness of Texas. My aunt's death doesn't help either. It takes real effort to get me to be productive--god knows how many emails I owe people I just haven't gotten around to writing because I feel like it will devolve into me whining, and I *hate* whining (contrary proof on this site notwithstanding). When my cold is all better and I won't feel like contagion-on-legs I plan on going to the Starbucks a few blocks away to write.
It's funny, but years ago writing was the easiest thing I could think of. I could sit down at the computer and chuck out pages and pages a day, cheerfully. Now I just feel kinda scared. I remember being good, but now I keep secondguessing myself. Which is admittedly something every writer does, but still, there is terror there there wasn't before. And I am fighting that along with everything else.
I also hope to hear about a job app soon. They said in their materials they would start reviewing applicants on Nov. 1 and boy do I have my fingers crossed.
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I'm trying to get revved up for NaNoWriMo this year. This is the first year I've ever had free time in November (heh) so I'm hoping to have a better-than-average gander at it. I have an 84 page Southdown manuscript I've been working on this fall and want to get some significant work added to it--don't worry, I've noted the number of words thus far, and will only count new content as NaNoWriMo production.
I've been quite depressed the last couple of months, cos hey, major life changes. Not having a job bugs, as does the boringness of Texas. My aunt's death doesn't help either. It takes real effort to get me to be productive--god knows how many emails I owe people I just haven't gotten around to writing because I feel like it will devolve into me whining, and I *hate* whining (contrary proof on this site notwithstanding). When my cold is all better and I won't feel like contagion-on-legs I plan on going to the Starbucks a few blocks away to write.
It's funny, but years ago writing was the easiest thing I could think of. I could sit down at the computer and chuck out pages and pages a day, cheerfully. Now I just feel kinda scared. I remember being good, but now I keep secondguessing myself. Which is admittedly something every writer does, but still, there is terror there there wasn't before. And I am fighting that along with everything else.
I also hope to hear about a job app soon. They said in their materials they would start reviewing applicants on Nov. 1 and boy do I have my fingers crossed.