My Friends, I'm about ready to throw in the towel, writing-wise. I am done. Empty like a storm drain in a drought. And what the hell does that even mean, throw in the towel? wait a min...
okay, I'm back: to admit defeat or failure.
Etymology: based on the literal meaning of throwing a towel into the ring in boxing (signaling that a fighter can no longer continue by throwing a towel into the area where the fight takes place)
Thanks, Free Dictionary.
Soooo...I'm blah when I'm not being blergh or blubby. Maybe it's old age, My Friends. Maybe I'm just...*flails* turning into a snail. I am kind of snailish, not slimy I mean, just pulling my little house over my head and hiding. (and totally aside, i'm not sure if it would be really cool, or just really, really icky, if i had my eyeballs on stalks. right? think about it. could come in handy for looking over the top shelves in the grocery store...'course, knowing me, i'd spend all my time poking myself in the eye...)
Thank god for the Job or I wouldn't step out of the house at all. And Mr. R. He levers me out of the house. I'm kind of sad he's back at work because when he was at home, he made me go lots of places. And I enjoyed it, after whining and complaining and trying to chew through the seatbelt for the first few miles...ach. I'm a wee bit high-maintenance.
Anyhoo, nothing's worked to refuel the writing bits of my brain. I've done all the little exercises and still nothing. I only have messy little story bits floating around in my head. Oh, the sorrow, oh, the loss of porn. Oh, my terminally stalled shmoopy curtain fic. And the guilt! I owe
portraitofafool a bit of story, and oh so many folks I haven't read and just--ack! Too much. Can't think. *waves*
So sorry!
okay, I'm back: to admit defeat or failure.
Etymology: based on the literal meaning of throwing a towel into the ring in boxing (signaling that a fighter can no longer continue by throwing a towel into the area where the fight takes place)
Thanks, Free Dictionary.
Soooo...I'm blah when I'm not being blergh or blubby. Maybe it's old age, My Friends. Maybe I'm just...*flails* turning into a snail. I am kind of snailish, not slimy I mean, just pulling my little house over my head and hiding. (and totally aside, i'm not sure if it would be really cool, or just really, really icky, if i had my eyeballs on stalks. right? think about it. could come in handy for looking over the top shelves in the grocery store...'course, knowing me, i'd spend all my time poking myself in the eye...)
Thank god for the Job or I wouldn't step out of the house at all. And Mr. R. He levers me out of the house. I'm kind of sad he's back at work because when he was at home, he made me go lots of places. And I enjoyed it, after whining and complaining and trying to chew through the seatbelt for the first few miles...ach. I'm a wee bit high-maintenance.
Anyhoo, nothing's worked to refuel the writing bits of my brain. I've done all the little exercises and still nothing. I only have messy little story bits floating around in my head. Oh, the sorrow, oh, the loss of porn. Oh, my terminally stalled shmoopy curtain fic. And the guilt! I owe
So sorry!
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11/24/12 08:55 pm (UTC)All summer not a word. I just gave up and gave myself permission to read. I also fond a new fandom (or 3) which helped ease the pain. And now I am back to writing.
Very frustrating though, yes?
Also. I read this on my feed page... clicked the expand thingy? At the end of the post it said 'collapse' ... took me a minute to realize that wasn't part of your post.
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11/24/12 11:18 pm (UTC)LOL! No, but it should have been!
Yeah, I don't know if I'm in the doldrums, writing-wise, or beginning that slow shift out of fandom. I hope not, because I love the boys but things happen...sadly, there's not a single shiny thing on the horizon fir me, and my foray into RPS was not entirely successful. *lesigh*. :(
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11/25/12 12:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/25/12 04:05 am (UTC)I hope she doesn't wait too long to come back.
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11/25/12 06:46 am (UTC)I think I'm probably just holding myself back by feeling sorry for myself. But I will keep trying. :)
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11/25/12 06:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/25/12 01:48 am (UTC)I know the feeling, bb, and it's so very, very frustrating.
BAH.
*smishes*
Come, let's go watch all the pretty boys in some kind of BOY marathon of marathon-y-ness. I'll bring the stove-top-made popcorn drenched in real butter!!
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11/25/12 04:02 am (UTC)*blink*
YES!!! Omg, yes, that's the way I think of my LJ, exactly that way!!! I'm so happy it feels that way to you! That's how I used to view my writing, like it's story time.Lately, I've gotten so caught up in insecurity and terrible envy of other writers that I've really stalled out. Shit, I should just not worry about the craft of writing and just do what I feel most comfortable doing.
Thank you, gosh, you sure made me feel good!
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11/25/12 06:20 am (UTC)Translation: Writer's block sucks and makes you rage like a ragey thing, but it will come back to you. *hugs*
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11/25/12 06:47 am (UTC)Thank you, that was most inspirational! And I think I'm going to wear a pink wig when I've snatched myself bald.
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11/25/12 06:59 am (UTC)(I don't know, okay? Don't judge me. *looks around*)
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