Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Write through it?

I am very much a 'feel it' kind of writer. I need to feel it to write it, even if it's a superficial connection.. But, now that there's actually demands on my writing (of a sort, I ain't that famous yet) I'm trying to write when I don't feel any attachment to the character, or any immersion in the story.

(This is not a pity party, but a way of explanation) This summer has been particularly rough. A fair bit of drama around my penname's release, including the original cover artist renigging due to rights issues, and scrambling last minute to get new artwork. Preparing for, and taking two trips to Chicago. Add to that, personal life issues with friendships, and two of my siblings' marriages imploding. It makes for a poor writing atmosphere.

My question is, how do you drag yourself out of such a funk? Or, do you write through it? I know what my writing is like if I force it--it sucks. I don't want my writing to suffer for my mind and heart not being in it. There are moments, like brilliant flashes of light, when inspiration strikes and I run for the keyboard. But, it's not a sustainable drive--when the scene is typed, things seem to dissolve.

Maybe when the kids go back to school, I'll be more on top of my game. A little normality might be nice. At least things will be quieter.

Quiet is good. :)

Wednesday, August 23, 2006


**Sister, please! Just twenty??**

1.) Busy-body Bitches. STFU, keep your nose in your own shyt--it's smelly enough that you don't need to dig into mine, or anyone elses for that matter.

2.) War protesters. Just because you have the right to free speech doesn't mean you need to use it. Keep your black t-shirts and fucking signs out of our parks. PEACE THOUGH SUPERIOR FIRE POWER

3.) Arrogance. Ain't nobody perfect, Honey, everybody's got a skeleton.

4.) Feeling pushed. Never, ever push me.

5.) Back stabbers. Smile when you hold the knife--et tu, Brute? In case you're wondering, yes, it is familiar to me.

6.) Cartoons. Okay, honestly I used to watch them with the kids *gasp* Now they bug the shyt out of me...unless my caffeine levels are low.

7.) Homie swagger on a white boy. STFU, pull up your pants and speak clearly--your momma didn't raise you to be a hood rat. (Nothing racial here, it's the attempting to be something you're not)

8.) Anorexic bitches in Hollywood. Please, woman, have a damned sandwhich--we don't need to see your bones. That shyt ain't natural; women are made to have curves.

9.) People who glorify those hated in #8. Every heard of enabling? Quit treating them stickbitches like the goddesses they aren't!

10.) Tardiness. I try my damnedest to be on time, so should you. Unless you can't, then have the curtesy to call.

11.) Rude cashiers at the drive-thru. Hello? You choose that job, be nice or GTFO. It's called "customer service" for a reason.

12.) Activists--political, religious, what the fuck ever otherwise. Keep your opinions to yourself.; I don't push mine off on you. You might have the right to free speech, but the pursuit of happiness comes first, and your yapping pisses me off.

13.) Getting lost. Hate it; it scares me, and I am loathe to show fear.

14.) Unacceedable expectations. Be realistic, be forgiving when expectations aren't met.

15.) My own tendancy to take on too much. Yeah, I hate that in myself. I've gotten my ass into more ringers than I care to think about.

16.) Hot weather. Enough said...

17.) People who have no imagination.

18.) People who condem those who do.

19.) Noise. Music is great, I'm addicted to that, but that superfluous noise drives me nuts.

20.) My own ability to be so easily distracted.

I tag Candice! :P

Tuesday, August 22, 2006


Yup, that's me. Brainfried and it's only Tuesday. Yippee. Too many WIPs, too many if-than's, too much hurry-up-an-wait. I sit here thinking, 'I need to write.' I don't write well when my brain is mush.

Add to that, so serious disappointment in Dysfunction Junction, otherwise known as my family, and well *sigh* I don't feel like ME. I feel like the main heroine for my penname. I think I might have to change hats and just surrender to that bitch inside.

Yup, mayhem and coffe sound good in the morning...

Friday, August 18, 2006

Starting a new one

*sigh* Is my head sccrewed on straight? I wonder some times. I mean, OMG I must be nuts to get another blog. But the one I had previously was dead, defunct--road kill and smelly.

So, yeah, time to start fresh, so look for more coming later :)