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... what's going to come out in these journal entries. there's so much that floats around in my head, and when i sit down here on a public computer with limited time, (not to mention the wireless here goes out more than it stays on, so i have to save at intervals or lose the whole kit and kaboodle) i feel like the pressure mounts until the top pops off. (kinda like a pimple...i know...EWWW!)
the visual on that just made me gag. gimme a minute.
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okay, better now.
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one of random's journal entries (i really need to link him here) dealt with the question of how do you stay motivated, as a writer?
i'm not the best person to ask, because my motivation has been sorely tried in the last year or so. (not going there today, friends and neighbors...read previous journal entries if you are just dying to know.)
not that i have not written anything, i'm just not focussed. couple that with a crippling case of inferiority, major life changes, a mountain of stress and so much family drama it makes survivor look like marthat stewart living, and, well...
no excuses.
i have found that i perform better when pushed. i find that some of my best work has come out of a writer's prompt, a kick in the ass from someone i admire and respect, in other words, some kind of pressure situation. i remember last year i was up at CriticalMS (a WONDERFUL group of people) to post a story and i had nothing. nada. not a damned word and the story was due tomorrow.
i ended up going deep and pulling out a story about gay dragons that wasn't half bad, although it did need a lot of work. i surprised myself.
i am constantly making notes to myself, cutting out clippings from newspapers and magazines, and observing people. i make no excuses for my rude behavior; i eavesdrop on conversations, talk to all kinds of people, (what my daughter and the knight call being "friendly" or "nosy", depending on the circumstance) and analyze behavior and reactions in everyone i meet. i am a "fan of man", as lucifer says in the "Devil's Advocate".
what drives me to write? i don't know. all i know is i have to. i have to.
****
i wrote a story last year, and the prompt was "garbanzo bean". it turned out to be a lovely story, one of my favorites. the only problem is, i'm struggling with the format.
it keeps me awake at night.
it's a story within a story. gramma is telling a bedtime story to her two beloved grandsons, and of course, they wriggle and giggle and interrupt at certain intervals. how do i incorporate that in the story? do i use parenthesis? (i don't really want to do that.) do i separate the actions out in new paragraphs?
and it's not like i can do a damned thing with it right now anyway. *grrrr*
i so can't wait to get settled. ya'll have no idea.
****
working on the jealousy story. i have a vague outline in my head, some notes on paper.
The Word of the Day for August 05 is:
small beer \SMAWL-BEER\ noun
1 : weak or inferior beer
*2 : something of small importance : trivia
Example sentence:
The player was fined $10,000 by the league for his comments about the opposing pitcher, but that's small beer when you consider his $15 million salary.
Did you know?
"Small beer" dates from Shakespeare's day. The Bard didn't coin it (he would have been just a child in 1568, the date of the first documented instance of "small beer"), but he did put the term to good use. In Henry VI, Part 2, for example, the rebel Jack Cade declares that, when he becomes king, he will "make it felony to drink small beer." In Othello, Desdemona asks Iago to describe a "deserving woman." Iago responds by listing praises for ten lines, only to conclude that such a woman would be suited "to suckle fools, and chronicle small beer"; in other words, to raise babies and keep track of insignificant household expenses. Desdemona quickly retorts, declaring Iago's assertion a "most lame and impotent conclusion."
****
today is my youngest daughter's 20th birthday.
man, i'm old.
happy birthday, bean!
:)
the visual on that just made me gag. gimme a minute.
****
okay, better now.
****
one of random's journal entries (i really need to link him here) dealt with the question of how do you stay motivated, as a writer?
i'm not the best person to ask, because my motivation has been sorely tried in the last year or so. (not going there today, friends and neighbors...read previous journal entries if you are just dying to know.)
not that i have not written anything, i'm just not focussed. couple that with a crippling case of inferiority, major life changes, a mountain of stress and so much family drama it makes survivor look like marthat stewart living, and, well...
no excuses.
i have found that i perform better when pushed. i find that some of my best work has come out of a writer's prompt, a kick in the ass from someone i admire and respect, in other words, some kind of pressure situation. i remember last year i was up at CriticalMS (a WONDERFUL group of people) to post a story and i had nothing. nada. not a damned word and the story was due tomorrow.
i ended up going deep and pulling out a story about gay dragons that wasn't half bad, although it did need a lot of work. i surprised myself.
i am constantly making notes to myself, cutting out clippings from newspapers and magazines, and observing people. i make no excuses for my rude behavior; i eavesdrop on conversations, talk to all kinds of people, (what my daughter and the knight call being "friendly" or "nosy", depending on the circumstance) and analyze behavior and reactions in everyone i meet. i am a "fan of man", as lucifer says in the "Devil's Advocate".
what drives me to write? i don't know. all i know is i have to. i have to.
****
i wrote a story last year, and the prompt was "garbanzo bean". it turned out to be a lovely story, one of my favorites. the only problem is, i'm struggling with the format.
it keeps me awake at night.
it's a story within a story. gramma is telling a bedtime story to her two beloved grandsons, and of course, they wriggle and giggle and interrupt at certain intervals. how do i incorporate that in the story? do i use parenthesis? (i don't really want to do that.) do i separate the actions out in new paragraphs?
and it's not like i can do a damned thing with it right now anyway. *grrrr*
i so can't wait to get settled. ya'll have no idea.
****
working on the jealousy story. i have a vague outline in my head, some notes on paper.
The Word of the Day for August 05 is:
small beer \SMAWL-BEER\ noun
1 : weak or inferior beer
*2 : something of small importance : trivia
Example sentence:
The player was fined $10,000 by the league for his comments about the opposing pitcher, but that's small beer when you consider his $15 million salary.
Did you know?
"Small beer" dates from Shakespeare's day. The Bard didn't coin it (he would have been just a child in 1568, the date of the first documented instance of "small beer"), but he did put the term to good use. In Henry VI, Part 2, for example, the rebel Jack Cade declares that, when he becomes king, he will "make it felony to drink small beer." In Othello, Desdemona asks Iago to describe a "deserving woman." Iago responds by listing praises for ten lines, only to conclude that such a woman would be suited "to suckle fools, and chronicle small beer"; in other words, to raise babies and keep track of insignificant household expenses. Desdemona quickly retorts, declaring Iago's assertion a "most lame and impotent conclusion."
****
today is my youngest daughter's 20th birthday.
man, i'm old.
happy birthday, bean!
:)
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