Who am I trying to kid?
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pjthompsonQuote of the day:
"If you require a practical rule of me, I will present you with this: Whenever you feel an impulse to perpetrate a piece of exceptionally fine writing, obey it—wholeheartedly—and delete it before sending your manuscript to press. Murder your darlings."
—Arthur Quiller-Couch
Writing talk of the day: So. The short story, "In the Black," has this problem: all of the characters have decided there's room to stretch out their legs and lounge. They have far too much to say about themselves and others. I explain to them that they do not have a novelistic plot—conflict and everything, but not really enough room for all the drawlin' and a-lollygaggin' they're doing. They say, "Pfft" at me, then someone asks what the smell is, and everything devolves from there.
So to spite them I took out the ms. for Charged with Folly today. It flirted with me, I flirted back, and before you knew it we'd tumbled onto the sheets together and I really worked chapter one over again. Later, over cigarettes, we discussed my lack of commitment and I told CWF not to press me on this, that I needed my space. I will commit or not commit in my own sweet time as fancy suits me. CWF also said, "Pfft" at me, but I just scowled in answer.
Chemical imbalance of the day:
This is one of my roll up into a ball and whimper days. Unfortunately, I had to go to work and was forced to get over myself. I considered crawling under the desk to whimper, but I figured someone might hear and come to investigate. So I have settled for ducking down and hiding every time someone comes near my cubicle, beaming, "Leave me alone" vibes into the atmosphere. It's worked pretty well so far, all except for that one guy from Accounting who keeps calling to ask the same dumb question about one of my projects, even though I've semi-patiently explained it several times. I ignored his last call for several hours hoping he'd go buy a clue from someone else, but I suspect he's toying with me. He'll probably wait until just before quitting time to call and ask That Question one more time. Or maybe late on Friday.
"If you require a practical rule of me, I will present you with this: Whenever you feel an impulse to perpetrate a piece of exceptionally fine writing, obey it—wholeheartedly—and delete it before sending your manuscript to press. Murder your darlings."
—Arthur Quiller-Couch
Writing talk of the day: So. The short story, "In the Black," has this problem: all of the characters have decided there's room to stretch out their legs and lounge. They have far too much to say about themselves and others. I explain to them that they do not have a novelistic plot—conflict and everything, but not really enough room for all the drawlin' and a-lollygaggin' they're doing. They say, "Pfft" at me, then someone asks what the smell is, and everything devolves from there.
So to spite them I took out the ms. for Charged with Folly today. It flirted with me, I flirted back, and before you knew it we'd tumbled onto the sheets together and I really worked chapter one over again. Later, over cigarettes, we discussed my lack of commitment and I told CWF not to press me on this, that I needed my space. I will commit or not commit in my own sweet time as fancy suits me. CWF also said, "Pfft" at me, but I just scowled in answer.
Chemical imbalance of the day:
This is one of my roll up into a ball and whimper days. Unfortunately, I had to go to work and was forced to get over myself. I considered crawling under the desk to whimper, but I figured someone might hear and come to investigate. So I have settled for ducking down and hiding every time someone comes near my cubicle, beaming, "Leave me alone" vibes into the atmosphere. It's worked pretty well so far, all except for that one guy from Accounting who keeps calling to ask the same dumb question about one of my projects, even though I've semi-patiently explained it several times. I ignored his last call for several hours hoping he'd go buy a clue from someone else, but I suspect he's toying with me. He'll probably wait until just before quitting time to call and ask That Question one more time. Or maybe late on Friday.
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:11 am (UTC)I'm glad CWF is in the picture, even if you're not. ;-)
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Date: 2006-06-21 04:32 pm (UTC)I'm glad CWF is in the picture, even if you're not. ;-)
It's getting insistent again. I asked it if I could please finish the short story I was working on, but it's not into sharing. I told it I didn't know if I was ready for a monogamist relationship so soon after the end of the last one, but it's getting all up in my face over that. ;-)
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Date: 2006-06-22 02:37 am (UTC)Ah, a story after my own heart. I've always had a thing for love stories where one of the parties just knows it's right and won't give up (as long as stalking is avoided. stalking is bad).
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