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elfsIt has been said that when you are having trouble writing, you should write, "I'm having trouble writing," and then describe and, perhaps, explain to your audience why it is you're having this trouble.
It's obviously A Funk. I'm not sure quite what Funk it is, but it's one of some species of funk that comes over me from time to time. I've recently finished three stories, Dates, Wish's Children, and Yowlers: Iowa 1908, and I think I overloaded my "finish it" circuit for a few days. Even better, a major project at the office has come to a very satisfactory close, and my love life, such as it is, is not on hold... even if one of my beloved is out of town, another is knee-deep in her responsibilities as a Girl Scout mom. (As an aside, given the popularity of MILFs[?] and Cougars[?], I'm totally surprised that a rise in Den Mother Porn hasn't happened recently. Oh, look, a niche market). I bought Omaha some great pyjamas for Valentine's day, as well as a babydoll that looked completely absurd on her. (*Sigh* Y'know what my harem lacks? A cute well-hung non-eunich.)
So, having overloaded myself in many different universes: fiction, porn, python, javascript, my brain seems to be saying "Dude, take the week off already."
I'm failing at that. The solution to At Right Angles hit me hard against the head, my four-day all-Caprice, all-the-time marathon is staring me in the eye, I have more software projects than I know what to do with pending (funny how they feel like work. C'mon, build that stock price to the point where I can take a few years off, before the Alzheimers settles in).
Make a list my Zen To Done master whispers in my ear. I've made it. It still looks overwhelming.
Okay then, What would Miles Vorkosigan do?
Heh. Oh, shit.
(This incoherent babble brought to you by a half-glass of Menage a Trois wine, which FallenPegasus completely nailed, utterly and forever, as "the perfect wine to drink before you do what it says on the label." But Omaha went to bed early tonight and now I've only got myself to rely on. Ah, well. There's always porn. And I acquired some new stuff recently. Y'know what? I'd forgotten just how incrediby happy it is to watch Asia Carerra when she's "on." Damn, that woman was just about perfect.)
It's obviously A Funk. I'm not sure quite what Funk it is, but it's one of some species of funk that comes over me from time to time. I've recently finished three stories, Dates, Wish's Children, and Yowlers: Iowa 1908, and I think I overloaded my "finish it" circuit for a few days. Even better, a major project at the office has come to a very satisfactory close, and my love life, such as it is, is not on hold... even if one of my beloved is out of town, another is knee-deep in her responsibilities as a Girl Scout mom. (As an aside, given the popularity of MILFs[?] and Cougars[?], I'm totally surprised that a rise in Den Mother Porn hasn't happened recently. Oh, look, a niche market). I bought Omaha some great pyjamas for Valentine's day, as well as a babydoll that looked completely absurd on her. (*Sigh* Y'know what my harem lacks? A cute well-hung non-eunich.)
So, having overloaded myself in many different universes: fiction, porn, python, javascript, my brain seems to be saying "Dude, take the week off already."
I'm failing at that. The solution to At Right Angles hit me hard against the head, my four-day all-Caprice, all-the-time marathon is staring me in the eye, I have more software projects than I know what to do with pending (funny how they feel like work. C'mon, build that stock price to the point where I can take a few years off, before the Alzheimers settles in).
Make a list my Zen To Done master whispers in my ear. I've made it. It still looks overwhelming.
Okay then, What would Miles Vorkosigan do?
Heh. Oh, shit.
(This incoherent babble brought to you by a half-glass of Menage a Trois wine, which FallenPegasus completely nailed, utterly and forever, as "the perfect wine to drink before you do what it says on the label." But Omaha went to bed early tonight and now I've only got myself to rely on. Ah, well. There's always porn. And I acquired some new stuff recently. Y'know what? I'd forgotten just how incrediby happy it is to watch Asia Carerra when she's "on." Damn, that woman was just about perfect.)
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Date: 2008-02-15 05:26 pm (UTC)Not sure, but it would involve clever plans, lots of explosives, and a fortunate coincidence involving characters introduced several hundred pages earlier.