Allyson, whatever happens with that deadline, you are a writer, and a damn good one!
Everything looks good from here... Yes. Yes, this is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... 'This Land.' I think we should call it 'your grave!' Ah, curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal! Ha ha HA! Mine is an evil laugh! Now die! Oh, no, God! Oh, dear God in heaven!
Wash ,'Serenity'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Burrell - Nov 30, 2011 9:05:28 am PST #9262 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
§ ita § - Nov 30, 2011 9:07:02 am PST #9263 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I don't think that missing a writing deadline has yet made someone a bad person. Think how unlikely it would be for you to be the first, Allyson! That's how I manage that.
I'm so not a psychologist.
Cashmere - Nov 30, 2011 9:07:49 am PST #9264 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
This one, Allyson? Cause that's AWESOME.
Sick kids at home involves lots of Angry Birds, crackers and Sprite.
Maria - Nov 30, 2011 9:09:13 am PST #9265 of 30001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
I'm not making my proposal deadline and feel like a failure, that I've lost my writing mojo, and am in general a complete loser.
You're not, and please stop telling yourself that. Losers are people who do horrible, heinous things like hate people on the basis of their color or sexual orientation. That's not you.
You haven't lost your writing mojo; it's just not cooperating at the present moment. You are a published author with multiple books and bylines to her credit, and you have done and seen things in the world that I can only dream of. Please stop beating up my friend. I think she's pretty awesome.
Jessica - Nov 30, 2011 9:10:56 am PST #9266 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
OMG I have to stop reading breastfeeding threads on Feministe. The stupid, it burns.
DavidS - Nov 30, 2011 9:12:49 am PST #9267 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I'm not making my proposal deadline and feel like a failure, that I've lost my writing mojo, and am in general a complete loser.
My Tom Waits book was six months late. Writing is hard. As far as your mojo, it always feels like I have to reinvent myself as a writer every time I sit down for a new project. Writing accesses a particular part of your brain, a web of associations and processes. It's tricky to get into that exact space if you haven't been there lately. Once you do get into a groove, though, that writing brain space will feel completely normal.
tommyrot - Nov 30, 2011 9:13:30 am PST #9268 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
What sort of stupid, Jessica
tommyrot - Nov 30, 2011 9:19:48 am PST #9269 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Today's lunch: baked asparagus omelette, pancakes and hot chocolate with whipped cream.
Jessica - Nov 30, 2011 9:25:44 am PST #9270 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
What sort of stupid, Jessica
ALL sorts. But mainly "extended breastfeeding is child abuse and promoting breastfeeding is antifeminist anyway because it reduces women to animals / food sources."
Allyson - Nov 30, 2011 9:33:41 am PST #9271 of 30001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Thanks for all of that. I can't shake the beating-myself-up. I know that's what it is, but I can't run away from my own fists, I think. I have several onerous tasks to complete to take my mind off of it.
I keep yelling back at the smug little voice that keeps whispering that it's a stupid book, a stupid idea, and that I'm a low-rent Sarah Vowell wannabe with neither the talent nor the drive to do much more than flounder. So there's that.