The Forest for the Trees

[livingmyth]

Can't seem to find my motivation anywhere this week.  Things seemed like they were going okay Saturday morning, and then the good vibe fell apart and it was back down the rabbit hole for me.

I am a little overwhelmed with some side projects I've started, though those got pushed back for the sake of my sanity.  I'm also trying to keep the SO happy,

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[jnghh]

((hugs!)) Oh hon, I hear ya.

Y'know what I find funny about me not having starting my smut-challenge? Well, y'know how I'm going to be unemployed in less than a month? And how I'm going to take a few months (if that) off before finding another job?

...I thought I'd try to submit to an erotica pub house during then and make a serious go of it. *sighs*

*joins you on the one-foot-in-front-of-the-other-without-feeling-like-getting-anywhere*

A River Runs Through It

[anonymous]

Whenever I think about that desire to have written something worthwhile, a glowing mark of approval by some demographic which will know my work after the mind that created it has long since dissipated, precedence was counseled by a friend. He told me about Norman Maclean, the man who lived a full life and published a book about it, becoming a Pulitzer Prize contender, at the age of 74. He had only one other book to his name published posthumously 16 years later. He wound up winning a book award, a film adaptation, having a building named after him, and a Wikipedia page for all to see.

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