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    Itís just really honestly so tiring and emotionally draining to have to get upset over reality constantly.


    • I'm going with Hurray for your 1300! Go O!


      • Sent the kids out to play after dinner and did another 400 words! WOOT.


        • Clocking in at 2,681 today.

          Tomorrow is the last day of school for the kiddos, so I'm setting a goal of 3k. After that, it's going to be a constant struggle to find writing time for the next three months.

          Having responsibilities is awesome. Yay, adulthood!

          My mother in law asked me what the new project was about, and all I could think of to describe it was: "It's a new adult genre romance where a Jeanette McCurdy/Frances Bean Cobain/Kristen Stewart/Michelle Williams type of celebrity gets suckered into doing a reunion special of the Dawson's Creek/Teen Wolf/Breaking Bad type of show she was on as a teenager . . . and that means working again with the Joshua Jackson/Chris Wood/Dylan O'Brien type of co-star that once broke her heart . . . put through a Vonnegut blender. Only not exactly that, but kind of that."

          She didn't really know what language I was speaking, so she just nodded and said okay, sounds fine.


            Itís just really honestly so tiring and emotionally draining to have to get upset over reality constantly.




              • 4,941 words today.

                I'm ridic impressed with myself right now. Gotta see if my mother in law will take the kids for a few hours next week so I can keep this train a'rolling.


                • Okay, halfway through summer with the kiddos, and I did slow waaaay down on this project. But! Did a word count today and I'm at 22k so that's not horribly awful.

                  I keep changing everything up, though, so I've probably deleted another 15k words over time. My insistence on editing as I go is going to be the ruin of me. It's a really bad habit. Pretty sure Rebecca Serle and Cassie Clare and the rest of them don't do that.


                  • Pretty sure their books aren't that Do what works for you.

                    I FUCKING HATE EDITING my own work and wish I was better at reworking as I go.
                    Itís just really honestly so tiring and emotionally draining to have to get upset over reality constantly.


                    • Is Rebecca Serle the one I hate? If so, I'm sure yours is waaaaaay better than that POS.

                      Whatever happened to the witch book that I read the first few chapters of?


                      • The witch book is still around! I changed just about *errrything* about it, though, so it doesn't really resemble the chapters you read anymore.

                        If I don't write something FAST and finish it FAST, I get bored with it and move onto a different idea. That's another terrible failing of mine. I technically have three WIPs at the moment (dragons, witches, actors), and it's just a matter of which one can sustain my interest long enough to make it across the actual finish line first. Or at all.


                        • Kids are back in school, so theoretically, I should be making hella progress. In actuality, not so much? Kind of inching along at the moment.

                          Two things, equally of interest to my current headspace:


                          Ask Polly: Should I Just Give Up on My Writing?
                          Excerpt from Polly's answer:

                          You have to support your lovely odd-duck friends who have made money from their creations, but you can't compare yourself to them. You have to aim high but you also have to commit yourself to the work you love and believe in without any expectation that it will bring you success.

                          And when your hungry ego grabs the wheel and drives you off a cliff, forgive yourself. But then pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and repeat these words: I AM AN OLD NOBODY AND I LOVE WHAT I DO. I'm going to make an inspirational poster with those words on it. Dreaming about breaking through is like joining a fundamentalist religion fixated on the afterworld. There is no glistening golden castle in the sky waiting for any of us.

                          . . .

                          We are old nobodies who love what we do. We would be old nobodies even if Oprah and the New York Times best-seller list consecrated us, because we don't want to create illusions around ourselves like so many others have done before. Instead, we make what we love and dress how we like and dance in our kitchens and breathe in the good moments because we know nothing lasts that long. We will never have everything we ever wanted. The world will not turn shiny and spotless and perfect one day. We aren't rushing to some imaginary finish line. We are inching along slowly, smelling the flowers, playing with our dogs and cats, giving generously to those who need our help when we can.

                          We wake up very early in the morning, before the sun comes up, and we say to the world: I AM OLD AND I AM A NOBODY AND I LOVE WHAT I DO. You will be just like me someday. If you're lucky.
                          I love Ask Polly, and found this answer to be equal parts satisfying and inspiring. I am so totally an inching old nobody! That is liberating, actually.

                          And then this!

                          Elena Ferrante' has hacked modern publishing in the best way, and I have never been more jealous of anyone in my life:


                          The letter she sent to her publishers when she told them she wasn't going to do a single damn thing to promote her books is glorious:

                          "I do not intend to do anything for Troubling Love, anything that might involve the public engagement of me personally. Iíve already done enough for this long story: I wrote it. If the book is worth anything, that should be sufficient. I wonít participate in discussions and conferences, if Iím invited. I wonít go and accept prizes, if any are awarded to me. I will never promote the book, especially on television, not in Italy or, as the case may be, abroad. I will be interviewed only in writing, but I would prefer to limit even that to the indispensable minimum. I am absolutely committed in this sense to myself and my family. I hope not to be forced to change my mind. I understand that this may cause some difficulties at the publishing house. I have great respect for your work, I liked you both immediately, and I donít want to cause trouble. If you no longer mean to support me, tell me right away, Iíll understand. Itís not at all necessary for me to publish this book.

                          To explain all the reasons for my decision, is, as you know, hard for me. I will only tell you that itís a small bet with myself, with my convictions. I believe that books, once they are written, have no need of their authors. If they have something to say, they will sooner or later find readers; if not, they wonít. There are plenty of examples. I very much love those mysterious volumes, both ancient and modern, that have no definite author but have had and continue to have an intense life of their own. They seem to me a sort of nighttime miracle, like the gifts of the Befana, which I waited for as a child. I went to bed in great excitement and in the morning I woke up and the gifts were there, but no one had seen the Befana. True miracles are the ones whose makers will never be known; they are the very small miracles of the secret spirits of the home or the great miracles that leave us truly astonished. I still have this childish wish for marvels, large or small, I still believe in them."

                          And then, as a parting line, ďBesides, isnít it true that promotion is expensive? I will be the least expensive author of the publishing house. Iíll spare you even my presence.Ē

                          She rejects everything which is horrid and awful about being an author and only keeps the good stuff. As Chee puts it:

                          A room of your own was never going to be enough, her career seems to say. Build a life apart and live there instead, and throw your books out over the wall through your publisher. Donít let them see the rest. Donít let them in, donít play nice. Theyíll try to treat you like a woman instead of a writer anyway, no matter how much you show. It isnít worth it. Ferranteís indifference alone is like a manifesto she couldnít be bothered to nail to any church door, except her publisherís.

                          Ferrante is my hero, and I haven't even read her books yet. (Although, I hear that they are really good).
                          Last edited by ophy; 09-18-2015, 12:39 PM.


                          • I'm an extrovert so promoting books and talking to strangers doesn't fill me with dread. I also love to travel! Especially when it's tax deductible.

                            That said? UGH MY WRITING LIFE IS PATHETIC.
                            Itís just really honestly so tiring and emotionally draining to have to get upset over reality constantly.


                            • Ditto. I'd love to talk to people about my imaginary books!


                              • I just got bought 5 days at a residential fiction writing course with the Arvon foundation for my birthday. It's a really established organisation here and we stayed at John Osbourne's old house in the middle of the Shropshire countryside with no internet or telephone. There were 15 of us taught by two writers and the days took the format of workshops in the morning, writing in the afternoon and readings and socialising over lots of wine in the evenings. We all took turns cooking in groups for each other as well.

                                The best part was that there was an enormous library with packed bookshops around the house that you were allowed to take up to your room. I was also literally in an attic room overlooking trees and a lake - felt like a brilliant cliche.

                                I wouldn't have gone if it hadn't been a present but it was actually pretty inspiring and has kickstarted my writing a bit although I don't have high hopes of that lasting. That said, I am now a firm convert to the internet diet, whilst writing, as I didn't miss it and being forced to talk to each other and write because there was nothing else to do actually works.