I like my laptop. :D I actually use it as my primary computer. I also use a plain text-processing program (in my case, Open Office, which works okay) for writing--though I haven't been doing much writing lately. :(
I'm really glad you're back here, Richard. I've missed you.
I've missed you all, too! I'm working on getting the writing habit back in gear. NaNo stopped doing it for me a couple years back, when the pointlessness of it all finally sapped my will to put myself through such a masochistic exercise. Now it's just determination to finish what I started. And no, I don't think NaNo is pointless in general, just pointless for me, because I did it for a couple years, proved to myself that I could really produce a novel in a month (albeit a bad one), then produced a REAL novel which I'm in the process of editing, and it just seemed like November wasn't for me anymore. :( I missed the camaraderie more than anything, really
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sugar and spicethasmilechildJanuary 5 2011, 01:08:30 UTC
When you figure it out, I hope you throw it up on Wiki for us!
I've met the same blockade with my own writing... i barely even paper-journal anymore, and my inner poet is lying dormant somewhere in a dark, blue attic under an old Colorado sweatshirt, some VHS tapes, and a fine dusting of 5-yr old spiderwebs.
Why have the creative juices dried up, you ask? The answer is simple... I'm happy.
I am just so happy now. You would think this a momentus life occasion worth my finest chronicling... yet joy and lightheartedness now consume me in a completely different way. Even the occasional bad days and mad days and sad days that come do not visit long enough to so much as lift a pen into my indifferent hand. I would like to write... but it seems as though inspiration and emotional torture go hand in hnad. Pity.
P.S. Good luck to you though! If anyone can break the cycle, it's you! P.S.S. I <3 Keurig!
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I'm really glad you're back here, Richard. I've missed you.
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I've met the same blockade with my own writing... i barely even paper-journal anymore, and my inner poet is lying dormant somewhere in a dark, blue attic under an old Colorado sweatshirt, some VHS tapes, and a fine dusting of 5-yr old spiderwebs.
Why have the creative juices dried up, you ask? The answer is simple... I'm happy.
I am just so happy now. You would think this a momentus life occasion worth my finest chronicling... yet joy and lightheartedness now consume me in a completely different way. Even the occasional bad days and mad days and sad days that come do not visit long enough to so much as lift a pen into my indifferent hand. I would like to write... but it seems as though inspiration and emotional torture go hand in hnad. Pity.
P.S. Good luck to you though! If anyone can break the cycle, it's you!
P.S.S. I <3 Keurig!
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