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I love how neurotic we all are, Nx. You're right. Keep going. Love,A
Thanks, A. It helps a whole hell of a lot to hear I'm not the only one! Chicken and egg - d'you think neurotic people are attracted to writing, or does the act make people so? It makes me feel like I'm going crazy, often. xx
Right there with you baby!I'd like to add my own list:Do not read other writer's blogs. Do not read good poetry books sent by other writers. Do not read every story in every anthology you've even been in and weep. Do not. Do not. Do not. Your novel is beautiful. Keep plugging.Bestest, s.
: ) Thank you, S, lovely girl. I am plugging. Today: anal plugging! : ) (Do not play Spider. Do not read reviews. Do not suck on a beer bottle and hope to find the answer to chapter seventeen at the bottom. Do not check your word count every 50 words. Do not compare thyself to everybody else.)
Oh my gosh! You're both right, both your lists. All this activity is damaging to our fragile egos. My opinion, ladies: writers are the most egocentric insecure poeple in the world. I love us. I loathe us. I speak for myself. The important thing is to write our best and most honest. :-)Nx, about the chicken and the egg: I think I began to write because I had no other way to communicate or flex any semblance of independence. I was attracted to writing and writers because of my particular neurosis, and have kept it up for much the same reason, but I wouldn't claim all writers are crazy or depressed or sexually depraved. That's like saying all Black men play basketball. :-)
Of course hon, but speaking in a genral manner - I think it's the insularity. I think the practise of writing has damaged and enlightened me in different ways. And I wouldn't necessarily use crazy or depressed. I think I'd use ... terminally, perpetually uncertain? Maybe anybody shut in a room and left to their own thoughts would tend to find them fraying at the edges, though. Which is why I wish we could have a smuttish writers' conference. Maybe in Iceland. The Blue Lagoon. Yes.
Oh, yes. Invite me to the sluttish...er, smuttish conference please. Send me my golden ticket. Or golden egg. Or whatever. I'll be there. Wherever.Best, s.
I'm still here cheering you on, Nikki.
Go, Nikki, you can do it! I want another NM book to read :)
Aw, you all bring a Friday smile to my face! Thank you so much! And I'll send you all golden eggs/tickets/invites to Iceland when I'm done! xxx
Speaking for myself, I think writing both exploits my neurotic tendencies in a good way and exaggerates some of them in a not-so-good way. If I weren't naturally compulsive, for example, I probably couldn't/wouldn't force myself to pore over autogenerated lists of words I've used in every story, looking for infelicitous repetition and then trying to think of some different words to substitute in the final draft. On the less-constructive side, if I weren't a writer, I probably wouldn't keep one eye compulsively on my inbox all day long, watching for editorial correspondence. (Because, if I weren't a writer, that would be not only compulsive but, uh, pointless.)But, Nikki, two-thirds! That's some serious rock 'n' roll!!
Jeremy - you do that too??? I think 'autosummarise' is a tool of the devil. My novel looks awful, awful when it's reduced to twenty sentences:'Kara nodded. Kara’s heart squeezed. Kara felt sick. Liar, thought Kara. Kara’s shoulders sagged. Kara asked Jon. ‘Kara – ’Kara smiled.'Anyway, thanks, and yes, I must rock the final roll now. Two weeks to go ... gulp ...
Rah Rah! I dug out my pom-poms for you again. Rock on, Nikki ;)XOXOS
Cheers, Sommer! I just hit 50k, so I'm feeling quite rocking right now! xx
Go go go!And yes, we are deeply insecure and screwed up. That was the royal "we" by the way. Just me and my ego chatting away...I wanna go to Iceland too!
Oh yes. There's a spot in the Blue Lagoon reserved for you, Janine!
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