darlingdeathbird
06 November 2008 @ 08:32 am
 
So... I have not been writing lately, as you can see. The HT season is composed of 12 weeks, and I have only written 5 chapters out of the 9 weeks so far... I was reading Wooden Light yesterday and was actually laughing at parts for how bad it was... I mean it REALLY needs its own Encyclopedia Dramatica article. It is the most ridiculous SAW "fanfiction" ever... I don't know how I'm going to clean up after myself this time, and there's no possibility of starting over... I have to play the cards in my hand and focus only on making the future better...

Not only am I behind on HT, with Wooden Light and Huggle the Puppet soon to be on their way, I have three websites that need making.

The main Lady Bow's Original Story & Fanfiction (which is almost done)
Wooden Light v5..
...And I have decided to begin an ambitious project for He's There v7 which will have a lot of graphics and look like a movie advertisement website. Obviously this isn't necessary... but it's actually the excitement factor that's pushing me to do it.

What's keeping me from working as hard as I should lately?

It's not work. I work 2 days a week.
It's not really school... although I do get my ration of textbook reading, and 2 midterms are coming up...
Honestly? It's distraction by real life. I come home and would rather lay around, keep track of the elections (which are now over, thank God), and relive/overthink things that happened to me. I feel embarrassed to even mention it here-- so for gory details, clickitee~ ) I've just been extremely distracted and have had to be "Jennifer" a lot instead of "Lily" or the like. Some say this is a good thing, because real life is more important, but... I guess I am a weirdo writer, who actually appreciates having no life sometimes and being able to give it all to her work. Me + life + writing = not enough coffee. (unless she wants to get heartburn)

Am I missing the simplistic days I've had for a year now? Do I want to shoo away the people in my life and lock myself in my Christmas light infested room and light candles and fall back on my futon with laptop? Sometimes.

A real writer has to have that equation, though. Learn to deal with it.
 
 
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