I'd like to take a moment today to speak to my fellow creative people out there.
Why, you might ask? Simply put, they're the only ones who will get what I'm about to bitch and moan about!
Well actually, to be honest, pretty much everyone with any level of talent in any area will more than likely get my meaning but my compatriots in the creative endeavors will understand the acute nature of the suffering I'm choosing to whine over.
I've been neglecting my critter.
(No that was not a veiled attempt at double entendre or any other form of dirty joke, although I do have to chalk it up to a missed opportunity.)
By critter of course I'm referring to my need to write. You know, express myself on the page. The blissful regurgitation of verbage / garbage, etcetera and so forth.
I know it came from frustration with my current book. I've had Hurricane Carolina "completed" for over six months now as long as you judge completed by having a start, middle, and end. I can't really complain about the first two acts of the book but the third act, well, how can I put this delicately. . . let's just suffice it to say I've seen leavings on the applicator swab for anal fissure medication that looked more compelling than this drivel. Suddenly I've managed to turn my writing into something that a bucket of molasses, a vat of tree sap, and Nicholas Sparks would sit around a campfire and mock relentlessly.
After constant retools and rewrites it still hasn't gotten any better.
And so I just stepped away from the keyboard a bit.
And began getting grumpy.
Needless to say every single creative person can empathize with that feeling that comes from neglecting your gift/passion/curse/etc. Everything just sort of sucks and you can't quite figure out why.
So, with that being said, I recognize that I've got to step away from this book for a while. I always have three or four ideas for projects percolating and I think it's high time I decided to explore one of those for a bit. Maybe after a little time away BUT STILL OPERATING A KEYBOARD IN A CREATIVE CAPACITY I can actually get that little bastard of a narrative put to bed.
And with that I'm digitally drop kicking HC into the old Google drive and temporarily moving on with life. Stay tuned and we'll see what I manage to get into next. Believe me, it will probably surprise all of us.
Why, you might ask? Simply put, they're the only ones who will get what I'm about to bitch and moan about!
Well actually, to be honest, pretty much everyone with any level of talent in any area will more than likely get my meaning but my compatriots in the creative endeavors will understand the acute nature of the suffering I'm choosing to whine over.
I've been neglecting my critter.
(No that was not a veiled attempt at double entendre or any other form of dirty joke, although I do have to chalk it up to a missed opportunity.)
By critter of course I'm referring to my need to write. You know, express myself on the page. The blissful regurgitation of verbage / garbage, etcetera and so forth.
I know it came from frustration with my current book. I've had Hurricane Carolina "completed" for over six months now as long as you judge completed by having a start, middle, and end. I can't really complain about the first two acts of the book but the third act, well, how can I put this delicately. . . let's just suffice it to say I've seen leavings on the applicator swab for anal fissure medication that looked more compelling than this drivel. Suddenly I've managed to turn my writing into something that a bucket of molasses, a vat of tree sap, and Nicholas Sparks would sit around a campfire and mock relentlessly.
After constant retools and rewrites it still hasn't gotten any better.
And so I just stepped away from the keyboard a bit.
And began getting grumpy.
Needless to say every single creative person can empathize with that feeling that comes from neglecting your gift/passion/curse/etc. Everything just sort of sucks and you can't quite figure out why.
So, with that being said, I recognize that I've got to step away from this book for a while. I always have three or four ideas for projects percolating and I think it's high time I decided to explore one of those for a bit. Maybe after a little time away BUT STILL OPERATING A KEYBOARD IN A CREATIVE CAPACITY I can actually get that little bastard of a narrative put to bed.
And with that I'm digitally drop kicking HC into the old Google drive and temporarily moving on with life. Stay tuned and we'll see what I manage to get into next. Believe me, it will probably surprise all of us.
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