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Jun. 13th, 2005 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tedwordsWith the play over, I have clearly indicated that I want to make writing a big priority. Well, that's all well and good, but in order to do that, I first of all have to make one small confession...
Right now, I'm suffering from a huge case of writer's block.
I've noticed it at work. Frankly, in the past month or so, I haven't truly written much of anything. Oh, I've REwritten things...many things. I've also edited other people's material. But when it comes to putting together something original...
Zip. Zilch. Nada. I feel as dried up as the space between Laura Bush's thighs. Or, even worse, the space between her husband's ears.
I hate it. I distract myself with stupid things. I tell myself that the feeling of ennui will end, once the play's over. Well, okay, the play's over, so when am I going to start feeling a rush of inspiration?
I'd better get it soon. I've got huge deadlines in the upcoming month, and if I ever want to hope to have any excellent adventures this summer, I'd better get that cleared out of the way.
Oddly enough, my boss hasn't picked up on any of this. In fact, I'm scheduled for my next raise in October.
One of the things I need to do is get a jolt of energy, somehow. I probably should take vitamins. In fact, I think I'll take a few, right now...
(Pause.)
Eh. Still not feeling jolted.
I was actually going to start a new exercise regime tonight. Brought home one of those exercise balls and everything (a gift, ironically enough, for taking on a few writing assingments a short while back). However, Corb decided to blow it up and then thought it would be funny to give the cat a ride on top of it.
Five minutes later, he was busily ordering me a replacement ball online, in atonement. I was in my room, grumpy as all get out.
Bust my ball. Hmph. It actually took us a half an hour to get over that one. (I do love my guy so...in the past 14 months, I can name the big fights we've had one one finger. We've had vocal fights, don't get me wrong...but I've never been able to stay angry at him for longer than thirty minutes. Which is something of a record, for me. Usually, I can stay angry a looooong time.)
To try and feed the refueling process, I'll be working out of the homestead, tomorrow. Oh, and the termite inspector's coming to see the house, because we were accepted for refinancing! This is a cool thing, and is going to make life actually almost affordable.
My mantra this month is to simplify. Refinancing will help. Today I cut down the number of bank accounts I have from four to three (don't ask, there isn't much in any of them). This play has made me way too serious, and with the whole thing out of the way, I want to focus on living freer and easier.
...oh...and WRITING freer and easier, too...I don't want my creative bubble to burst, like Thumbkin sitting atop my exercise ball...
Right now, I'm suffering from a huge case of writer's block.
I've noticed it at work. Frankly, in the past month or so, I haven't truly written much of anything. Oh, I've REwritten things...many things. I've also edited other people's material. But when it comes to putting together something original...
Zip. Zilch. Nada. I feel as dried up as the space between Laura Bush's thighs. Or, even worse, the space between her husband's ears.
I hate it. I distract myself with stupid things. I tell myself that the feeling of ennui will end, once the play's over. Well, okay, the play's over, so when am I going to start feeling a rush of inspiration?
I'd better get it soon. I've got huge deadlines in the upcoming month, and if I ever want to hope to have any excellent adventures this summer, I'd better get that cleared out of the way.
Oddly enough, my boss hasn't picked up on any of this. In fact, I'm scheduled for my next raise in October.
One of the things I need to do is get a jolt of energy, somehow. I probably should take vitamins. In fact, I think I'll take a few, right now...
(Pause.)
Eh. Still not feeling jolted.
I was actually going to start a new exercise regime tonight. Brought home one of those exercise balls and everything (a gift, ironically enough, for taking on a few writing assingments a short while back). However, Corb decided to blow it up and then thought it would be funny to give the cat a ride on top of it.
Five minutes later, he was busily ordering me a replacement ball online, in atonement. I was in my room, grumpy as all get out.
Bust my ball. Hmph. It actually took us a half an hour to get over that one. (I do love my guy so...in the past 14 months, I can name the big fights we've had one one finger. We've had vocal fights, don't get me wrong...but I've never been able to stay angry at him for longer than thirty minutes. Which is something of a record, for me. Usually, I can stay angry a looooong time.)
To try and feed the refueling process, I'll be working out of the homestead, tomorrow. Oh, and the termite inspector's coming to see the house, because we were accepted for refinancing! This is a cool thing, and is going to make life actually almost affordable.
My mantra this month is to simplify. Refinancing will help. Today I cut down the number of bank accounts I have from four to three (don't ask, there isn't much in any of them). This play has made me way too serious, and with the whole thing out of the way, I want to focus on living freer and easier.
...oh...and WRITING freer and easier, too...I don't want my creative bubble to burst, like Thumbkin sitting atop my exercise ball...
