So moody
I don't know what it is with me today. I started off feeling better health-wise than I have since Thursday, then it was a generally good day. But now I'm feeling annoyed. Maybe that's not the right word (of course, curse of this writer, the right word always escapes me when I'm looking for it), but I'm ending my day less than satisfied with it. I suppose I know why: I've tons of reading to do for Tuesday and despite making some progress with my homework, I haven't gotten to any of the reading; I've spent a portion of the day reading short stories by other students in class and suffering from the 'I don't know why I bother writing, I suck, their stories are so much better' disease, and feeling like I should just not bother, who am I kidding myself; spending hours on the computer today with Harry's Skin open and not a single word typed on it; feeling utterly unproductive today despite the work I did get done and the fact that I should have spent as much time resting as possible because I can't afford a day off work or school; plus a couple of others that I'd rather not go into.
One of those moods that seems so sily when typed out and listed, but which i can't ignore either. It's tied very strongly (for me) right now, to the desire to punch someone in the arm so they'll listen to me. Not that I would. I rarely get so physical. I guess it's just that warring aspect of writing people mention sometime, that you need unending ego in order to face and work past all the rejection, but a dejecting tendency to edit yourself to death. I am currently battling the latter. I'm okay with being my own worst critic, if I could just...nevermind. It was started to veer into the childish.
Returning to the practical--
Harry's Skin has been in my head for a while, I'm teasing out the plot (I'd rather have the image of teasing an animal out from a burrow or hiding place, but the first image to pop into mind was that of a blonde lady from the 80 with the poofy fried permed hair teasing up until it bore almost no resemblance to hair. Oy). But I still don't know what the thing in the basement is, and I still need to figure out how Michael and Harry go about searching for her in the first place. How to get on her trail...
Also, despite the crappiness that is the short story that is clearly not short (I couldn't figure out how to wrap it up nicely in the word limit, even going over it, and it still needs additional details for even one person to say 'I like it.' Period), I like this character and I want to see where I can go with her, so I really do need to figure out what some of creature can be formerly human, dead, but not a vampire or a zombie. I'll do some research, but right now I'm leaning towards creating something new, or reinventing a word to suit that definition.
Life would be so much nicer if money would just come to me and I could spend all my time, by myself, writing. That's my fantasy. Silence whenever I want it. And music blasting as loud as I like.
One of those moods that seems so sily when typed out and listed, but which i can't ignore either. It's tied very strongly (for me) right now, to the desire to punch someone in the arm so they'll listen to me. Not that I would. I rarely get so physical. I guess it's just that warring aspect of writing people mention sometime, that you need unending ego in order to face and work past all the rejection, but a dejecting tendency to edit yourself to death. I am currently battling the latter. I'm okay with being my own worst critic, if I could just...nevermind. It was started to veer into the childish.
Returning to the practical--
Harry's Skin has been in my head for a while, I'm teasing out the plot (I'd rather have the image of teasing an animal out from a burrow or hiding place, but the first image to pop into mind was that of a blonde lady from the 80 with the poofy fried permed hair teasing up until it bore almost no resemblance to hair. Oy). But I still don't know what the thing in the basement is, and I still need to figure out how Michael and Harry go about searching for her in the first place. How to get on her trail...
Also, despite the crappiness that is the short story that is clearly not short (I couldn't figure out how to wrap it up nicely in the word limit, even going over it, and it still needs additional details for even one person to say 'I like it.' Period), I like this character and I want to see where I can go with her, so I really do need to figure out what some of creature can be formerly human, dead, but not a vampire or a zombie. I'll do some research, but right now I'm leaning towards creating something new, or reinventing a word to suit that definition.
Life would be so much nicer if money would just come to me and I could spend all my time, by myself, writing. That's my fantasy. Silence whenever I want it. And music blasting as loud as I like.