Feb. 16th, 2005
Rant. Please ignore.
Feb. 16th, 2005 10:30 amThere are disadvantages to egosurfing, not the least of which is that you'll find someone who's saying something ignorant, obnoxious, or just plain wrong. Today's example comes courtesy Usenet, where someone complained that the once-intesting Journal Entries had turned into a "cosmic whorehouse," and then immediately backpedaled with some comments about how there was nothing wrong with whorehouses but that "someone" had to be responsible with the "great setting and characters" I had created.
Well, fuck you, whoever you are. If you "want something great," write it yourself. Has anyone pointed out to you that from the very first to the very last, all the stories are smut? That's the fucking point. It's what I do to let off steam, to have fun. Every "great idea" in the Journal Entries is cribbed from somewhere, run through an intellectual meatgrinder and shat out the other end wrapped in a tempting bow of pink and white pornography.
Do I care about it? Of course I care about it. It's my hobby. It's what I like to do. It's no different from macrame, knitting, or stamp collecting. The fact that it looks like something I could turn into cash, the way the guys lining the neighborhood Barnes & Noble do, is totally irrelevant to why I write. I write because I like to.
This is one of the reasons why I don't care much to write "books"; after reading the SFWA guidelines, dude, that looks like work. That's not what I want to do. The Journal Entries aren't "practice for the real world"; if they were, I'd let you fucking know, okay?
I only partly joke that the Journal Entries are my "comfort zone," where I go when real life is hard. Well, fuck, it's better than sitting in front of the goddamned television absorbing this week's unextraordinary rendition of Survivor.
If you're not happy with what I'm doing, just please stop reading. There are other writers out there who might satisfy you. I'm not going to even fucking try.
Profanity is the last refuge of the inarticulate motherfucker.
Well, fuck you, whoever you are. If you "want something great," write it yourself. Has anyone pointed out to you that from the very first to the very last, all the stories are smut? That's the fucking point. It's what I do to let off steam, to have fun. Every "great idea" in the Journal Entries is cribbed from somewhere, run through an intellectual meatgrinder and shat out the other end wrapped in a tempting bow of pink and white pornography.
Do I care about it? Of course I care about it. It's my hobby. It's what I like to do. It's no different from macrame, knitting, or stamp collecting. The fact that it looks like something I could turn into cash, the way the guys lining the neighborhood Barnes & Noble do, is totally irrelevant to why I write. I write because I like to.
This is one of the reasons why I don't care much to write "books"; after reading the SFWA guidelines, dude, that looks like work. That's not what I want to do. The Journal Entries aren't "practice for the real world"; if they were, I'd let you fucking know, okay?
I only partly joke that the Journal Entries are my "comfort zone," where I go when real life is hard. Well, fuck, it's better than sitting in front of the goddamned television absorbing this week's unextraordinary rendition of Survivor.
If you're not happy with what I'm doing, just please stop reading. There are other writers out there who might satisfy you. I'm not going to even fucking try.
Profanity is the last refuge of the inarticulate motherfucker.
Good news, all around...
Feb. 16th, 2005 08:54 pmWell, I got a couple thousand words further into Moon, Sun, Dragons and I think I'm finding my voice and wrapping my head around the main characters. It's been a few false starts here and there, but at least I'm getting to know the people I'm about to mess up really badly. I had a pretty good idea for some more straight smutty JEs, too. I'm hoping my muse is rising again. It'll be nice to write like I mean it once more.
Dinner tonight was refried beans, rice, and quesadillas. I made mine with prosciutto, gruyere, and green bell peppers. Yummy. Kouryou-chan didn't eat any of it, even though we gave her plain cheese. She just doesn't seem to be a dinner eater. Breakfast and lunch disappear, and then she's good until dawn.
Hey, FallenPegasus, I have a good burn. Other than you and me, did Jatg want copies?
Dinner tonight was refried beans, rice, and quesadillas. I made mine with prosciutto, gruyere, and green bell peppers. Yummy. Kouryou-chan didn't eat any of it, even though we gave her plain cheese. She just doesn't seem to be a dinner eater. Breakfast and lunch disappear, and then she's good until dawn.
Hey, FallenPegasus, I have a good burn. Other than you and me, did Jatg want copies?
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