This one, Allyson? Cause that's AWESOME.
Sick kids at home involves lots of Angry Birds, crackers and Sprite.
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.
This one, Allyson? Cause that's AWESOME.
Sick kids at home involves lots of Angry Birds, crackers and Sprite.
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.
OMG I have to stop reading breastfeeding threads on Feministe. The stupid, it burns.
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.
What sort of stupid, Jessica
Today's lunch: baked asparagus omelette, pancakes and hot chocolate with whipped cream.
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."
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.
the closest I come to sous vide is making chopped liver in a crockpot.
How? Mmmmm.
This is a horrible word. There shouldn't be a word for that. It just endorses it.