Do not let werewolves remove your insides.
Actual conversation from work this week:
Heather: They are going to have to remove [her husband]'s gall bladder. They are just going to do it lathroscopically.
Me: Lycanthropically!
Heather: ...What?
Me: They are going to have a werewolf remove it?!
I wrote out my writing schedule this morning. Here's what I came up with:
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WRITING SCHEDULE.
Write ANYTHING.
But in these hours, you will WRITE.
GOT IT?
Write!
Feel free to start early or end late in regards to the times posted, but WRITE.
Notebook writing or laptop writing. WRITE.
Monday: 9:30am-10:00am
Tuesday: 6:30pm-8:00pm
Wednesday: 9:30am-10:00am; 9:00pm-10:30pm
Thursday: 6:30pm-8:00pm
Friday: 9:30am-10:00am; 11:00pm-12:00am
Saturday: Two hours, non-negotiable. Whenever free. Start no later than 10:00pm.
Sunday: Two hours, non-negotiable. Whenever free. Start no later than 10:00pm.
ALSO: During work, at least one break per day will be dedicated to notebook time. Ideas. Writing. Plotting. Doodles. WHATEVER. Notebook time at work, one break per day. No arguments.
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Apparently this entry has been brought to you by Double-Spacing. Double-Spacing! Making my entries look bigger than they are, since 2002.
But still, yeah...the writing thing still has me down. I've determined I pretty much hate all my ideas ever. I like aspects of them, but I wish I had new ideas, and...I don't. I can't seem to dream up any new ideas, or get past the ones I already have. Very frustating. I think I'm going to get some writing props from Kathleen's roommate and see how those work out for me. But really, this is quite depressing. I look at the ideas I've always had as the failures that I never managed to finish, and I start seeing everything wrong with them. I am stuck on the ideas I want to do down the road with them, and then I never want to [re-]write the beginnings. Eh, this is boring and no one cares. :-p I need to work this out somehow. I need to decide what I want to write, first...I don't ever recall the process being as hard as it suddenly is for some reason, though. It's suddenly nightmarishly hard for me to sit down and do what I used to do for fun my whole life. I spent the entirety of my teenage years writing for fun, and these last few years, it's become this CHORE that requires such physical effort on my part.
Writing prompts. New ideas. New stories. I'm going to do something. Writing fan-fictiony stuff has not helped, and, until recently, that was always at least a sure-fire way to get me started writing; I would do that, move on to Me stuff, and just keep going. Now I hit a wall with everything I try. I really wish I was back in college, but then again, I feel like college was the beginning of this severe decline. It was right around the turn of my junior/senior year when I stopped writing for fun with any regularity. Odd. Must remember to investigate this further.
When I read/watch/play something with great story to it, I feel conflictual (hey what now? COME ON, SPELL CHECK. All the crap you pitch at me for words I am sure I had always spelled correctly, and now the one word I was pretty sure I made up out of thin air, you are saying is A-OK) because, I feel motivated because it is so well put-together and shows me how writing can be...and then I feel like I'd never be able to do anything that good. Heh. Self-defeat! But it's okay, just weird. I wish I did not have that secondary thought process. I love things that really get me full of respect for great writing, though I feel they kill my own desire in their own little way. Or, rather, I'm killing it THROUGH them.
This entry is so boring and no one is enjoying it. What the hell?
There is a competition on http://www.court-records.net that I'd like to enter, too, but I'm not having any better of a time dreaming up an idea for that than I am anything else. Humph. What the hell happened to me, I ponder. I wish I had people to collaborate with; I'm always better with that. Maybe I can find someone to work with somehow... I wish my old writing group was still together at all.
All right, seriously...congratulations to anyone who read all that drivel. I don't know if pounding it out has made me feel any better or worse or more or less motivated, but...we shall see what happens, because NOW I have a schedule.
ADDENDUM: I edited my entry so I can use a 04/01-themed icon. Just for the hell of it.
Heather: They are going to have to remove [her husband]'s gall bladder. They are just going to do it lathroscopically.
Me: Lycanthropically!
Heather: ...What?
Me: They are going to have a werewolf remove it?!
I wrote out my writing schedule this morning. Here's what I came up with:
---
WRITING SCHEDULE.
Write ANYTHING.
But in these hours, you will WRITE.
GOT IT?
Write!
Feel free to start early or end late in regards to the times posted, but WRITE.
Notebook writing or laptop writing. WRITE.
Monday: 9:30am-10:00am
Tuesday: 6:30pm-8:00pm
Wednesday: 9:30am-10:00am; 9:00pm-10:30pm
Thursday: 6:30pm-8:00pm
Friday: 9:30am-10:00am; 11:00pm-12:00am
Saturday: Two hours, non-negotiable. Whenever free. Start no later than 10:00pm.
Sunday: Two hours, non-negotiable. Whenever free. Start no later than 10:00pm.
ALSO: During work, at least one break per day will be dedicated to notebook time. Ideas. Writing. Plotting. Doodles. WHATEVER. Notebook time at work, one break per day. No arguments.
---
Apparently this entry has been brought to you by Double-Spacing. Double-Spacing! Making my entries look bigger than they are, since 2002.
But still, yeah...the writing thing still has me down. I've determined I pretty much hate all my ideas ever. I like aspects of them, but I wish I had new ideas, and...I don't. I can't seem to dream up any new ideas, or get past the ones I already have. Very frustating. I think I'm going to get some writing props from Kathleen's roommate and see how those work out for me. But really, this is quite depressing. I look at the ideas I've always had as the failures that I never managed to finish, and I start seeing everything wrong with them. I am stuck on the ideas I want to do down the road with them, and then I never want to [re-]write the beginnings. Eh, this is boring and no one cares. :-p I need to work this out somehow. I need to decide what I want to write, first...I don't ever recall the process being as hard as it suddenly is for some reason, though. It's suddenly nightmarishly hard for me to sit down and do what I used to do for fun my whole life. I spent the entirety of my teenage years writing for fun, and these last few years, it's become this CHORE that requires such physical effort on my part.
Writing prompts. New ideas. New stories. I'm going to do something. Writing fan-fictiony stuff has not helped, and, until recently, that was always at least a sure-fire way to get me started writing; I would do that, move on to Me stuff, and just keep going. Now I hit a wall with everything I try. I really wish I was back in college, but then again, I feel like college was the beginning of this severe decline. It was right around the turn of my junior/senior year when I stopped writing for fun with any regularity. Odd. Must remember to investigate this further.
When I read/watch/play something with great story to it, I feel conflictual (hey what now? COME ON, SPELL CHECK. All the crap you pitch at me for words I am sure I had always spelled correctly, and now the one word I was pretty sure I made up out of thin air, you are saying is A-OK) because, I feel motivated because it is so well put-together and shows me how writing can be...and then I feel like I'd never be able to do anything that good. Heh. Self-defeat! But it's okay, just weird. I wish I did not have that secondary thought process. I love things that really get me full of respect for great writing, though I feel they kill my own desire in their own little way. Or, rather, I'm killing it THROUGH them.
This entry is so boring and no one is enjoying it. What the hell?
There is a competition on http://www.court-records.net that I'd like to enter, too, but I'm not having any better of a time dreaming up an idea for that than I am anything else. Humph. What the hell happened to me, I ponder. I wish I had people to collaborate with; I'm always better with that. Maybe I can find someone to work with somehow... I wish my old writing group was still together at all.
All right, seriously...congratulations to anyone who read all that drivel. I don't know if pounding it out has made me feel any better or worse or more or less motivated, but...we shall see what happens, because NOW I have a schedule.
ADDENDUM: I edited my entry so I can use a 04/01-themed icon. Just for the hell of it.