Does it feel like six months already? Yes and no. On one level writing for this blog and doling out the serialization seems like something I've been at ten years now; it's smooth, automatique, integrated into the daily routine, and only really interrupted by the fitful interdicts of an ongoing/long-deferred existential crisis. There's been a lot of internal sads and 'motional lint. Which you really don't want to hear about. But on the other hand, this thing still feels like a baby, in that it wakes me at four in the morning and shits its pants without warning. As well as spawning more than its fair share of crap and unintentional couplets.
I worry that it's eating into my drafting the second book too, which is something I'm going to have to deal with soon. < This is what the poor thing looks like right now, pinned to the hanbel on the bedroom wall like some sort of sectioned martyr. Note the gaps. Other writers will be feeling me here. Fish or cut bait? Deal with the personal shit or just write it all down and feed the beast? Do the fucking garden/paint the house/strip the floors or stare at the screen for five hours???
Maybe you just have to put in a solid year and get the work behind you online before sliding backward into the cthnonic swamp to write part II. I miss the smell of mud and the feeling of lilly pads stuck to my back, though.
On the up side, we've both loved finding and sharing so much gorgeous new work via the whole 'liked this' thing. Muy inspirational. I bought one of Meghan Howland's beautiful prints and that's off to be framed any day now; I'll post the results.
Hope you're still getting something from all this. I know we are. Got some thoughts you'd like to share? Drop us a mail via C O N T A C T. We don't bite.
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I worry that it's eating into my drafting the second book too, which is something I'm going to have to deal with soon. < This is what the poor thing looks like right now, pinned to the hanbel on the bedroom wall like some sort of sectioned martyr. Note the gaps. Other writers will be feeling me here. Fish or cut bait? Deal with the personal shit or just write it all down and feed the beast? Do the fucking garden/paint the house/strip the floors or stare at the screen for five hours???
Maybe you just have to put in a solid year and get the work behind you online before sliding backward into the cthnonic swamp to write part II. I miss the smell of mud and the feeling of lilly pads stuck to my back, though.
On the up side, we've both loved finding and sharing so much gorgeous new work via the whole 'liked this' thing. Muy inspirational. I bought one of Meghan Howland's beautiful prints and that's off to be framed any day now; I'll post the results.
Hope you're still getting something from all this. I know we are. Got some thoughts you'd like to share? Drop us a mail via C O N T A C T. We don't bite.
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