Monday, July 17, 2006
Disappointed
I'm disappointed in myself for not sticking to my write everyday schedule. I'm still getting work done, but I think it'd be better if I were writing more, just letting myself go, instead of focusing so much on one story. Ok, enough beating myself up. I'm off to see the Red Sox! (If I don't melt...)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
6 comments:
Bug, hope you had fun at the red socks game. PLEASE turn off that editor and shut down that little voice that is saying "I should be doing more." It is very destructive to the creative process. I repeat: process....
TI
Yeah, what TI said.
(And if you figure out HOW to slay her whiny ass [the editor voice, not TI], then let me know).
Hang in there and write forward.
Thanks Ladies. You rock. It's so nice to have a support group!
Good game to have gone to - nice comeback win!
How many pounds did you shed though? Phew! What a hot one!
P.S. yeah, what they said.
Visualize the little editor bitch as a tennis ball and that you're out walking Chloe in the Arb. Then throw the ball as far as you can. (pretend you don't throw like a girl...) and then let Chloe chase it down, and chew on it for a while!
Hey--what's with this throw like a girl b.s.? (It's true that I can't throw, but it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm female.) But anyway, thanks for the visualization.... and it was a great game, but I don't think I have ever been hotter than I was yesterday. I was drenched. Yuk.
I can write 50 poems in 6 months and still believe I'm wasting my time because I've only written a few words of the novel and that's the proper writing job. The internal critic is a poisonous menace who is never satisfied. It is always a struggle to feel like a writer, but if you're juggling with words, and letting them flow and flood, for whatever purpose, then you're a writing writer. We should send ourselves certificates "you are a writer who writes" to prove it.
Post a Comment