I’ve Been Held Back to the Point of Falling Over…

I’ve Been Held Back to the Point of Falling Over…

Broken Chair

Squashed by a 104-Pound Woman!
Taken February 12, 2016 with
Samsung Galaxy 3

I’ve had some serious “Writer’s Block” issues for the last… oh… millennium or so. I’ve come to the conclusion over the last several months that it’s not writer’s block so much as my own stubbornness that’s keeping me from writing.

But then the above event happened. In slow motion. Just like in the movies.

I had just sat down determined to Write Something, Dammit!, and was doing my “squat-sit” thing a la` this post, when I felt an odd sinking/sliding sensation, and realized that I was slowly oozing downward at a strange angle.

Eventually, I found myself in a ball on the floor, staring up at the underside of my desk.

When I managed to untangle the legs of the chair from the legs of myself, I tried to see the funny side – I kind of wished I had wired CCTV into the Belfry so I could see whether or not I had actually dissolved the chair in slow-motion or if it just felt like it – but I was just a little pissed that when I finally sat my ass down to Write Something, Dammit!, all I managed to accomplish was to collapse my only chair.

By the time I finally located the matching, unsquashed-flat chair in the lower apartment and steal it from the guy that actually lives there, I didn’t feel like writing anymore.

Sigh…*

Ah well…. with luck, the new replacement will last me as long as the old chair did – roughly 9 years. Maybe I’ll have this book written by then, too.

New Chair

New Chair…. Same as the Old Chair
Taken February 12, 2016 with
Samsung Galaxy 3

Random Song-for-the-Day: “7 Years” – Lukas Graham

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Feeling a Little Trapped Here…

Feeling a Little Trapped Here…

"Queen Anne, Exiled"Taken July 7, 2006 with HP PhotoSmart R607

“Queen Anne, Exiled”
Taken July 7, 2006 with HP PhotoSmart R607

My bad habits are haunting me. I just couldn’t wait to start NaNoWriMo… until the start date, that is. Now, I’m restless and can’t seem to concentrate. Hmmm, my coffee cup is empty, excuse me a minute.

The story is there. All I have to do is sit my ass down and write it. Geez, I didn’t eat breakfast, yet. Gimme a minute.

I know exactly what my problem is. It’s because I’m supposed to be writing it, that’s what it is. Now that I’m supposed to be writing it, I can think of a million other things to fritter my time away with. And do.

The Official NaNoWriMo Handbook (“No Plot? No Problem!”) reminds me that a fairly fast typist can burn through about 2000 words in an hour or so. When I’m up to speed I can type fairly accurately at 80 wpm, assuming I’ve managed to set my fingers on home row and don’t look up to a pageful of gibberish later… So, why am I not doing that?

I have to just sit here and do it, damn it!

Said Handbook also reminds me that many NaNoWriMoers dick around for most of the month and then fly through the last 35,000 words in the remaining 3 or 4 days before the deadline. Me, I don’t know if I’m up to that kind of marathon. I would rather continue to remind myself that I wrote a novella in three days not so long ago, so thirty days should be a walk in the park, no?

Excuse me again. I’m going to take a walk in the park and see if that helps at all.

Random Song for the Day: “Dare” – The Gorillaz

I Prefer “Eccentric” to “Weirdo”, Thanks

I Prefer “Eccentric” to “Weirdo”, Thanks

Writing Tools
“Never Grow Up”

I read a hint somewhere about how to clear my head for writing. I’ll link it if I ever find it again (or if someone comes across it, you’ll let me know, right?), but meantime… the “hint” was to buy a colouring book and crayons and whenever I get stuck while writing a story, I’m supposed to pull out my new tools and colour for awhile to drain my brain.

It was so simple and laughable and childish that I immediately went out and bought the “tools” you see above. Then, of course, I immediately forgot I bought them, and they sat in a packsack until I found them yesterday.

HOORAY FOR CHILDHOOD! I wonder if I’ll ever have the guts to use it out in public and call it “homework”. Then, of course, I will stick my tongue out at anyone that dares look at me funny.

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Oh, and another thing…

A Greenpeace official in Australia said our meat-eating society should be raising kangaroos instead of cows, in that, since ‘roos fart less, global warming could be slowed . . . . .

  blog it

Rory…? When did you join Greenpeace?!

Random Song for the Day: “Start Wearing Purple” – Gogol Bordello

The Audible “Click”

The Audible “Click”

alicesawdI’m in a bit of an “Odd Spot”, so to speak.

So many good things have happened to me lately under the “What Do I Want to Be When I Grow Up” category. Now that it’s time to actually sit down and do the things I need to do to bring them to fruition, I have lapsed back into bad habits and only got so far as to do the sitting down part.
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