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Pimping again - from one weary, frustrated writer to the rest, read this - it hails from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tightropegirl's journal - a woman who wrote her first novel on a computer in the bowels of EF Hutton while working the late shift. (I know this because I happen to know the guy who was working next to her at the time.) And who, (tightropegirl not the guy), is now an accomplished television writer on House. There is hope. Always hope. Even on dreary cold January days like this one... You just have to keep plugging away is all.
Certainly made me feel better - after writing several paragraphs late last night on my own novel, only to blast myself for it this morning and think no, no, no...doesn't work and no one will like it because the writing has more in common with sarah dunant than marcel proust.
The inner critic it is not always one's friend. So another quick scan of the lj, then back to my novel for a bit, dinner, and more knitting.
Making loads of progress on the knitting. Have graduated from my first swarf or patch to a patchwork scarf using two skienes of yarn. Actually switched yarns today. Not as hard as one would think. Actually knitting is proving to be much easier than pottery (not to mention cheaper and far less messy) and salsa dancing ever were. Plus it has the added benefit of being portable - you can knit anywhere. It's also easier than getting stories and novels published and job-hunting - but that's another matter.
tightropegirl's journal - a woman who wrote her first novel on a computer in the bowels of EF Hutton while working the late shift. (I know this because I happen to know the guy who was working next to her at the time.) And who, (tightropegirl not the guy), is now an accomplished television writer on House. There is hope. Always hope. Even on dreary cold January days like this one... You just have to keep plugging away is all.Certainly made me feel better - after writing several paragraphs late last night on my own novel, only to blast myself for it this morning and think no, no, no...doesn't work and no one will like it because the writing has more in common with sarah dunant than marcel proust.
The inner critic it is not always one's friend. So another quick scan of the lj, then back to my novel for a bit, dinner, and more knitting.
Making loads of progress on the knitting. Have graduated from my first swarf or patch to a patchwork scarf using two skienes of yarn. Actually switched yarns today. Not as hard as one would think. Actually knitting is proving to be much easier than pottery (not to mention cheaper and far less messy) and salsa dancing ever were. Plus it has the added benefit of being portable - you can knit anywhere. It's also easier than getting stories and novels published and job-hunting - but that's another matter.
