A friend once told me that having Writer’s Block is a little like having bad gas. It’s uncomfortable, it hurts, and no one wants to have it. And much like having a case of really bad gas, a case of Writer’s Block can ruin a relationship. In my case it’s the relationship between me and my Editor. If I were her, I would be hurling books at me left and right yelling and screaming “YOU HAVE A DEADLINE! GET WITH IT!”. But thank God she’s not me, and does not believe in hurling books at harmless wannabe writers like myself.
The problem with me is that I have this crazy obsession for everything to be absolutely perfect before I share it with the world. I am actually cringing right now as I write this because I did not “plan” to share my incompetence with the world. But I told myself a long time ago that no matter what I did in life that I would always keep it Real, and that I would never take myself too seriously. So I continue to laugh to keep from crying. I guess if I really am going to do this ‘Writing thing’, I have to grow some thick skin and learn to roll with the punches. So for those of you reading this, get ready for many more nights of gas and Chardonnay. Here I am…gas and all.
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6.10.2010
12.02.2009
The Writer's place
I’m stuck in this place. Its called Writer’s Block. I never really liked it here, and I don’t think I’ll like it now. They haven’t changed the curtains, nor the furniture since the last time I was here. And what’s even worse is that their customer service sucks!
The last time I was here, I had a really bad experience. This girl (we’ll call her ‘Eve’) was sitting practically on top of me, and she was whining and complaining the entire time! She kept on going on and on about how she wanted to be this big time writer, and how she always got all these “great ideas” at the worst times. She said she would get inspirational ideas about stuff in the wee hours of the night, or while she was driving in heavy traffic, and never got a chance to write out her thoughts. Then all of a sudden, she burst into tears, and screamed out “I’ll never become the writer I want to be!! This is SO HARD!!”. I couldn’t help but think to myself, “This chick is Looney Tunes. She is never gonna make it as a successful writer”. My Mom, on the other hand thought she deserved a break. She convinced me that maybe she was just having a bad day, and didn’t really mean all the horrible things she said. I guess she did have a point. We all have our good days and bad days. She still got on my last nerve with her pessimistic views and all her complaining. But she did have hot HOT shoes though! That should definitely count for something.
So anyway, I’m here again. Not really sure how I got here. Perhaps the GPS in the Rover went beserk. I can’t imagine myself plugging this address into the GPS. Funny thing is, a lot of my other friends have been here before too. I’ve heard mixed reviews from different people, but none of them have ever said that they would return willingly. What freaks me out even more is that a really good friend of mine was telling me that she somehow kept coming back over and over and over again. So does that mean that I am doomed to revisit this place periodically against my own will? That is so unfair! Aw man, I’m starting to sound like Eve. Here we go again….
The last time I was here, I had a really bad experience. This girl (we’ll call her ‘Eve’) was sitting practically on top of me, and she was whining and complaining the entire time! She kept on going on and on about how she wanted to be this big time writer, and how she always got all these “great ideas” at the worst times. She said she would get inspirational ideas about stuff in the wee hours of the night, or while she was driving in heavy traffic, and never got a chance to write out her thoughts. Then all of a sudden, she burst into tears, and screamed out “I’ll never become the writer I want to be!! This is SO HARD!!”. I couldn’t help but think to myself, “This chick is Looney Tunes. She is never gonna make it as a successful writer”. My Mom, on the other hand thought she deserved a break. She convinced me that maybe she was just having a bad day, and didn’t really mean all the horrible things she said. I guess she did have a point. We all have our good days and bad days. She still got on my last nerve with her pessimistic views and all her complaining. But she did have hot HOT shoes though! That should definitely count for something.
So anyway, I’m here again. Not really sure how I got here. Perhaps the GPS in the Rover went beserk. I can’t imagine myself plugging this address into the GPS. Funny thing is, a lot of my other friends have been here before too. I’ve heard mixed reviews from different people, but none of them have ever said that they would return willingly. What freaks me out even more is that a really good friend of mine was telling me that she somehow kept coming back over and over and over again. So does that mean that I am doomed to revisit this place periodically against my own will? That is so unfair! Aw man, I’m starting to sound like Eve. Here we go again….
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