I've kept up with my 500 per day this first week of my new job, but only barely. Had to make it all up Friday night/Saturday morning...which I did, and then some. No numbers, but I for sure got my 500 per day...just more or less all at once.
I could talk about the current plot, but I suppose that can wait. I could (and, I'm sure, soon will) talk about my new awful job...but that can wait, as well.
Today I was at the Small Press Expo.
My whole life I've heard creatives say that they had to do X (write/sing/dance/paint/act/etc)or they would die. I always thought this was a bit melodramatic.
Since beginning this long-term writing project, I've noticed a direct correlation between writing and my happiness. If I write, I'm happier. If I don't get to, I am more easily depressed. Thus, today, when an artist said that she had to create or she would die, I finally understood what they all meant. It isn't that if I can't write I'll die, it's that writing gives me a reason to live.
Writing lets me cope with people I can't comprehend in a world that makes no sense. I deal with the madness of working in an office for months and years on end by writing my way to a sort of tenuous understanding of the world.
And speaking of the office, I'd better pass out so that I actually will make it there in the morning. Good night, you princes of Maine, you kings of New England.
Today I was at the Small Press Expo.
My whole life I've heard creatives say that they had to do X (write/sing/dance/paint/act/etc)or they would die. I always thought this was a bit melodramatic.
Since beginning this long-term writing project, I've noticed a direct correlation between writing and my happiness. If I write, I'm happier. If I don't get to, I am more easily depressed. Thus, today, when an artist said that she had to create or she would die, I finally understood what they all meant. It isn't that if I can't write I'll die, it's that writing gives me a reason to live.
Writing lets me cope with people I can't comprehend in a world that makes no sense. I deal with the madness of working in an office for months and years on end by writing my way to a sort of tenuous understanding of the world.
And speaking of the office, I'd better pass out so that I actually will make it there in the morning. Good night, you princes of Maine, you kings of New England.
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 93,000ish?
Writing Mode: Inspired but exhausted
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