katallison | (no subject)

Ah, drat. It is raining, not hard but steadily, which grieves me because I'd been looking forward to going downtown for the Pride parade, and all week they kept telling us it was going to be a lovely sunny weekend, but nooooo, they fibbed to us. *shaking fist at weather gods* If I were not such a giant wussie I'd go down in the rain, but oh well. Next year.

This would be a golden opportunity to actually get some writing done, were it not that I seem to have (temporarily, I hope) lost my grip on the fine arcane art of putting together coherent sentences. It's ... a little scary, frankly, kind of like when you go to the gym after some time away and discover you can't lift even *half* of what you could when you were in regular training--how quickly the rot sets in, and all that. One reason I've been so quiet here lately is that even just whamming out an LJ entry (or a comment on someone else's entry, or a reply to a comment, or *anything*) feels insanely difficult, and requires several drafts and long spells of staring into space trying to put my hand on the right word.

Very frustrating, because I have stories going great guns in my head--the AU, and also the DS post-series one in which Vecchio comes back wrong. I have *lots* of ideas, dammit, but when it comes to the actual putting-one-word-after-another, I turn into Old Leadfoot, The Mentally Challenged and Somewhat Aphasic Guernsey.

Part of the problem is that I've lost my fine free clear 6-9 a.m. daily timeslot, which was when I always used to get most of my writing done. For the past month or so, I've been at work by 7:30 every day instead. I'm hoping to change that back again once orientation is over (three weeks and counting...).

And, gaaahh, I read back over this and it's boring boring *boring*! And stoopid! I'll go ahead and hit "update" anyway, because dammit, I'm sick of typing out entries and then deleting them. And then maybe I'll take a deep breath and go lift weights, or something.

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You may feel boring and stoopid, but just reading the phrase "the DS post-series one in which Vecchio comes back wrong" has made my day, and knowing what's up with you always makes me happy.

My admiration for anyone who can write at six in the morning is boundless.

Also, you just put together several perfectly coherent sentences. <>::counts:: Seventeen of them. Just stick a "Ray" and "Fraser" here and there and you'll be fine... ;)

*giving you a cookie*

*giving you hugs, too*

Personally, you could be writing about the time you read the phone book out loud and I would find it endlessly fascinating 'cause whatever you write is colorful and fun and all thinky, which word should really let you know how I'm doing with the whole writing thing since I think thinky is a perfectly reasonable word to use right now.

I think I shall, um, go off into my corner and watch more of the wee British sex farce that is Coupling.

Also, did you know that there are these teeny little action figures of the Rohirrim on horses? Also of crazy middle aged wizards and the werewolves who love them, but those were incredibly hideous and made my soul weep because I still wanted them. 'Cause kissy face action figures are nice!

Amazingly, they managed to get Thewlis' nose right. It was very amusing.

And honestly? I have no idea why I felt compelled to share that with you, but I did. Also, I have missed you *terribly*.

Since I suffer from fog-brain quite often, I take refuge in the process of letting a rough draft roll out as fast as I can relax and let it, then spend twice as much time revising. My productivity goes way up when I work this way, because I'm self-censoring way too much otherwise. Of course, I do get occasional days when the first draft comes in damn near perfect -- but those days are blessings, really.

It is amazing how muscles -- whatever the definition -- atrophy without consistent use! For me, it's conversation. I no longer seem to be able to sustain one for more than about 10 minutes without forgetting the topic, remembering stuff I didn't do, or just lapsing into a fog. Scary stuff, indeed.

BTW, in the best friend meme, YOU are my best friend. Which made my Sunday brighter. :)

God, I know just how you feel. I am about to try some writing--the last month or so I've felt no inclination, not for fiction, not for livejournal. Fiction is especially sparkless; unlike you, I have no stories going on in my head.

It's good to see a post from you though. Maybe I'll exert myself to do the same later. :>)

So hey. I was thinking I might do a few road trips this summer while I'm on leave. How would you feel about having a visitor for a few days?