The Slough of Despond (for writers)
Jan. 13th, 2003 08:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
truepennyThis post is just me bitching and angsting and generally being a sulky black thundercloud, so don't read it if you don't want to.
I haven't done a lick of work since Friday.
I should be working on:
a.) revising Book 1 after getting HL's incredibly helpful comments (none of this is about you, HL; you're the best ever), especially since I made fatuous promises to my agent about getting it to him in January.
b.) getting on with Book 2. It's not going to write itself, you know.
c.) Oh, look, the dissertation. (See (b.) above.)
d.) Short stories? Haven't written a short story since December. Need to get back up on that horse, too.
e.) Finding some kind of part-time job, so I can contribute to our exchequer, instead of just behaving like some sort of horrid financial vampire.
f.) Got a whole stack of stories (well, three) that have been rejected and need to go out again
And I just sit here and don't do any of it. I don't know why. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's not that I'm stuck or anything of the sort. I know what I need to do. I've just fallen into this sort of sloth-like apathy where I can't get myself pulled together to face it. It's a horrible sort of feeling, where half of my mind is yelling at the other half in an apoplectic fury, and the other half is just sitting there, not caring.
Have got to kick myself out of this, because it really does make me hate myself for being a lazy slattern.
Right. Sorry about that. I'm going to go open a word processing file and stare at it now.
I haven't done a lick of work since Friday.
I should be working on:
a.) revising Book 1 after getting HL's incredibly helpful comments (none of this is about you, HL; you're the best ever), especially since I made fatuous promises to my agent about getting it to him in January.
b.) getting on with Book 2. It's not going to write itself, you know.
c.) Oh, look, the dissertation. (See (b.) above.)
d.) Short stories? Haven't written a short story since December. Need to get back up on that horse, too.
e.) Finding some kind of part-time job, so I can contribute to our exchequer, instead of just behaving like some sort of horrid financial vampire.
f.) Got a whole stack of stories (well, three) that have been rejected and need to go out again
And I just sit here and don't do any of it. I don't know why. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's not that I'm stuck or anything of the sort. I know what I need to do. I've just fallen into this sort of sloth-like apathy where I can't get myself pulled together to face it. It's a horrible sort of feeling, where half of my mind is yelling at the other half in an apoplectic fury, and the other half is just sitting there, not caring.
Have got to kick myself out of this, because it really does make me hate myself for being a lazy slattern.
Right. Sorry about that. I'm going to go open a word processing file and stare at it now.
