In honour of spending the entire afternoon getting stuck on scene blocking, which required the creation of yet another note document to sort out--and to continue the ongoing series here on I Do Not Actually Own A Motorcycle of cynical and sarcastic posts about writer's block--my Top 10 Weird Note Document Filenames!
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Showing posts with label process. Show all posts
Monday, December 01, 2014
Thursday, November 06, 2014
What To Do When....
I was going to do a big, long NaNoWriMo post but instead I got stuck on a chapter and came out with this. I thought I'd share:
(I also wish to, apropos of nothing, commend Google for making the "Complain to Google" button so obvious and yet so natural within the post editor, as if I could simply complain to Google simply for something to do, or I could send this post to them as a metaphorical statement on the Blogger platform.)
This was mostly an exercise in getting my hands moving. Look! You can do it too!
That was the result of banging my head against my keyboard several times and represents the total sum creative output of about the last three days.89I9tgf5rg tffffvt gfbvryfm ik n bvghn
(I also wish to, apropos of nothing, commend Google for making the "Complain to Google" button so obvious and yet so natural within the post editor, as if I could simply complain to Google simply for something to do, or I could send this post to them as a metaphorical statement on the Blogger platform.)
This was mostly an exercise in getting my hands moving. Look! You can do it too!
Sunday, November 24, 2013
A Virtuous Morning
I write at night.
Over the years reading often inane posts about writing practice on the lovely Internet, I've noticed fewer people extol the virtues of writing at night. I know lots of people do it simply from talking to other writers face to face (something we ought to do more of), but the column inches are devoted to the idyllic, quiet, writerly morning.
Over the years reading often inane posts about writing practice on the lovely Internet, I've noticed fewer people extol the virtues of writing at night. I know lots of people do it simply from talking to other writers face to face (something we ought to do more of), but the column inches are devoted to the idyllic, quiet, writerly morning.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Spinning the Middle
I'm writing this post at the end of the middle.
Mostly, I'm waiting for 360-odd pages to print out, which involves a tedious amount of aligning, cartridging, configuring, and patience.
But it will pay off--I'll be able to edit my work over the weekend.
For the past nine months, I've been in the middle. I started in late January at the end of the beginning and here I am at the beginning of the end. The in-between has been a long, weary, trying adventure of getting from one abstract point in a project to another.
(To continue this extended metaphor: I get one measly page into the printing job and the printer chokes on my paper and makes a big gristly mess in the spool. Reset, retry.)
Mostly, I'm waiting for 360-odd pages to print out, which involves a tedious amount of aligning, cartridging, configuring, and patience.
But it will pay off--I'll be able to edit my work over the weekend.
For the past nine months, I've been in the middle. I started in late January at the end of the beginning and here I am at the beginning of the end. The in-between has been a long, weary, trying adventure of getting from one abstract point in a project to another.
(To continue this extended metaphor: I get one measly page into the printing job and the printer chokes on my paper and makes a big gristly mess in the spool. Reset, retry.)
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