here i am composing a burlesque
So I get these emails from SPIN even though I haven't been subscribed in forever, and today they were offering a download of a Nirvana tribute album but you have to like them on Facebook to get it and I do not have a FB account. Can anyone who is on FB help a sister out by downloading and sending it to me?
eta: Got it! Thanks,
dhara. /eta
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Work was busy today and it was ludicrously hot out so of course my period showed up a week early. Ugh. I am eagerly counting down the days until menopause.
Also, it's too hot to cook. I might have to order a cheeseburger, but I'm afraid it also might be too hot to eat. Ugh. Maybe I'll just have ice cream for dinner.
My life, so hard.
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I see that "challenge me to write outside my comfort zone" meme is going around again, and while I think it's a really interesting thought experiment, I just don't really feel a need to write outside my comfort zone - whatever that means - unless a story really grabs me. I know that there's a lot of writing advice that says you should write the stories that scare you to write, or challenge yourself or not be self-indulgent, and if I were a more rigorous soul, I might do that, but it doesn't sound enjoyable to me at all. I am all about schmoopy self-indulgence.
I mean, I write stories I want to read and a lot of them are very deliberately comforting to me. I mean, I've written any number of things that have been difficult for me in one way or another (and I don't mean just in the getting the words out sense), but those have generally been stories that for some reason or other, I needed to tell, that I couldn't not tell, and a lot of them time, while I found the experience worthwhile, I can't necessarily say I enjoyed it. When writing is working for me, I enjoy it a lot. That to me is the main reward for all the times it makes me miserable. For the most part, it also means I can go back and reread a story that I wrote and enjoy it afterwards. (I also find that in fandom, a lot of the time, "stretching yourself" or "writing outside your comfort zone" is code for "write these things I like but you don't" and that just doesn't work for me.)
I mean, obviously, some people really dig on challenging themselves and stretching as a writer and whatever, and they adhere to rigorous standards and are very disciplined, and I find that admirable and I often enjoy their stories.
Me, I've never been very disciplined and have always been a seat-of-my-pants kind of writer. I write to entertain myself and, hopefully, some other people along the way. Sometimes, yeah, I get myself into something that is over my head and I have to figure out how to make it work on the fly. Sometimes I enjoy it, and sometimes I don't. But when I stop enjoying it, I stop doing it, as you can see by how little I've written this year. I'm just trying to get some of that joy back by writing things that make me happy.
Which leads us to the fact that I posted a story this morning:
your heartbeat for a thousand miles
DCU; Tim/Kon; pg; 1,380 words
Kon can hear Tim's heartbeat from further away than he'll ever admit, tracks it automatically when they're together, and sometimes, even when they're not.
This story is so far up in my comfort zone I should probably be embarrassed. *snerk* It has nightswimming, BFFs who banter and then make out. First kisses. Random dorkery. If you like those kinds of things, this might be the kind of thing you like. I mean, I almost used the summary "This is a kissing story," but amberlynne thought that gave the "plot" away, and we decided that "schmoopy schmoop" was a little too on the nose.
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Okay, in the time I spent writing this, I went from "food, meh" to "I could eat." So I guess cheeseburger it is!
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/349409.html.
people have commented there.
eta: Got it! Thanks,
dhara. /eta
*
Work was busy today and it was ludicrously hot out so of course my period showed up a week early. Ugh. I am eagerly counting down the days until menopause.
Also, it's too hot to cook. I might have to order a cheeseburger, but I'm afraid it also might be too hot to eat. Ugh. Maybe I'll just have ice cream for dinner.
My life, so hard.
*
I see that "challenge me to write outside my comfort zone" meme is going around again, and while I think it's a really interesting thought experiment, I just don't really feel a need to write outside my comfort zone - whatever that means - unless a story really grabs me. I know that there's a lot of writing advice that says you should write the stories that scare you to write, or challenge yourself or not be self-indulgent, and if I were a more rigorous soul, I might do that, but it doesn't sound enjoyable to me at all. I am all about schmoopy self-indulgence.
I mean, I write stories I want to read and a lot of them are very deliberately comforting to me. I mean, I've written any number of things that have been difficult for me in one way or another (and I don't mean just in the getting the words out sense), but those have generally been stories that for some reason or other, I needed to tell, that I couldn't not tell, and a lot of them time, while I found the experience worthwhile, I can't necessarily say I enjoyed it. When writing is working for me, I enjoy it a lot. That to me is the main reward for all the times it makes me miserable. For the most part, it also means I can go back and reread a story that I wrote and enjoy it afterwards. (I also find that in fandom, a lot of the time, "stretching yourself" or "writing outside your comfort zone" is code for "write these things I like but you don't" and that just doesn't work for me.)
I mean, obviously, some people really dig on challenging themselves and stretching as a writer and whatever, and they adhere to rigorous standards and are very disciplined, and I find that admirable and I often enjoy their stories.
Me, I've never been very disciplined and have always been a seat-of-my-pants kind of writer. I write to entertain myself and, hopefully, some other people along the way. Sometimes, yeah, I get myself into something that is over my head and I have to figure out how to make it work on the fly. Sometimes I enjoy it, and sometimes I don't. But when I stop enjoying it, I stop doing it, as you can see by how little I've written this year. I'm just trying to get some of that joy back by writing things that make me happy.
Which leads us to the fact that I posted a story this morning:
your heartbeat for a thousand miles
DCU; Tim/Kon; pg; 1,380 words
Kon can hear Tim's heartbeat from further away than he'll ever admit, tracks it automatically when they're together, and sometimes, even when they're not.
This story is so far up in my comfort zone I should probably be embarrassed. *snerk* It has nightswimming, BFFs who banter and then make out. First kisses. Random dorkery. If you like those kinds of things, this might be the kind of thing you like. I mean, I almost used the summary "This is a kissing story," but amberlynne thought that gave the "plot" away, and we decided that "schmoopy schmoop" was a little too on the nose.
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Okay, in the time I spent writing this, I went from "food, meh" to "I could eat." So I guess cheeseburger it is!
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/349409.html.
people have commented there.