systems coming on line in fits and starts
Still trying to find that perfect balance between cajoling myself to just write something - anything - and beating myself up for noncompliance. Seriously, I don't think the term "writer's block" can convey just how painful a creative drought can be. You know how the Potterverse Dementors are described as depression personified? This is like, if one of them could suck the joy out, and with it the motivation and confidence and half the skill itself.
So my lovely wife has put me on a therapeutic writing schedule. If I fail to write something - anything - she will scowl magnificently, then hug me and tell me to stop beating myself up and just go write. I'm going to try this and just trust that it'll help. (Honestly, I tried three different sentences for the opening of this post...but I did write something.)
For a while, I'm going to be posting book, movie, and anime reviews, just to get things moving in my head and my fingers. I welcome comments - engage me, please! Remind me how to talk to people, and share your thoughts on these stories with me if you've experienced them too.
I'm also going to revamp my writing journal - I've created a new community for me to post in under this handle, just to simplify things. My better half is going to migrate content there; once it's set, I'll have a fancy unveiling in this blog and direct you all to it. It's going to take a little while, but hopefully during that time I'll rediscover some of the joy and the motivation and confidence in writing, and find the missing bits of skill along the way.
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Okay, THAT was refreshing - the reason for the mood of "startled" is that, just as I finished the actual post, there was a magnificent loud and disturbing noise right outside our window. It was a howling grating cacophony that bespoke disaster.
A little background: we live in an apartment complex in Michigan, a place prone to snow. Lots of snow. To keep the snow plows and other traffic on the driveways and off the lawns, we have rocks. BIG rocks. Boulders, to be precise, lining the driveways like stoic little guardsmen.
Some of our neighbors and guests drive trucks or SUVs, much taller than our humble little Chevy. When I drive by a boulder, I think, Hello little sentinel, thank you for keeping our unpaved areas safe from tire predation.
Apparently, a driver of a taller vehicle than mine just now thought...nothing at all, having failed to notice that there was a huge rock, right there, where a too-sharp right turn would land the vehicle basically on top of the thing. (This is the third time that particular granite guardsman has been involved in a vehicular strike; one might think that someone has it in for him...) The noise? Was the vehicle ripping itself free whilst dragging the hapless boulder into the turnaround, then just...leaving.
I wonder how far they got before their undercarriage fell off?
#moodwhiplash
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ETA - I have to admit, writing that bit about the rock felt damn good. ^____^ Bless the neighbors for comedy gold.
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So my lovely wife has put me on a therapeutic writing schedule. If I fail to write something - anything - she will scowl magnificently, then hug me and tell me to stop beating myself up and just go write. I'm going to try this and just trust that it'll help. (Honestly, I tried three different sentences for the opening of this post...but I did write something.)
For a while, I'm going to be posting book, movie, and anime reviews, just to get things moving in my head and my fingers. I welcome comments - engage me, please! Remind me how to talk to people, and share your thoughts on these stories with me if you've experienced them too.
I'm also going to revamp my writing journal - I've created a new community for me to post in under this handle, just to simplify things. My better half is going to migrate content there; once it's set, I'll have a fancy unveiling in this blog and direct you all to it. It's going to take a little while, but hopefully during that time I'll rediscover some of the joy and the motivation and confidence in writing, and find the missing bits of skill along the way.
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Okay, THAT was refreshing - the reason for the mood of "startled" is that, just as I finished the actual post, there was a magnificent loud and disturbing noise right outside our window. It was a howling grating cacophony that bespoke disaster.
A little background: we live in an apartment complex in Michigan, a place prone to snow. Lots of snow. To keep the snow plows and other traffic on the driveways and off the lawns, we have rocks. BIG rocks. Boulders, to be precise, lining the driveways like stoic little guardsmen.
Some of our neighbors and guests drive trucks or SUVs, much taller than our humble little Chevy. When I drive by a boulder, I think, Hello little sentinel, thank you for keeping our unpaved areas safe from tire predation.
Apparently, a driver of a taller vehicle than mine just now thought...nothing at all, having failed to notice that there was a huge rock, right there, where a too-sharp right turn would land the vehicle basically on top of the thing. (This is the third time that particular granite guardsman has been involved in a vehicular strike; one might think that someone has it in for him...) The noise? Was the vehicle ripping itself free whilst dragging the hapless boulder into the turnaround, then just...leaving.
I wonder how far they got before their undercarriage fell off?
#moodwhiplash
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ETA - I have to admit, writing that bit about the rock felt damn good. ^____^ Bless the neighbors for comedy gold.
This entry was originally posted at http://guiltyred.dreamwidth.org/471607.html. Please comment there using OpenID.