I am having the wackiest, transcendental writing experience right now, so I just had to take a breather or get bursted into flames or my fingers might break off or something. I swear to God writing can be such the sweet, sweet crack sometimes, so good I'd rather do it than do my boyfriend (sick, I know. sick.)
And then sometimes it can suck ass like a Hoover mega ultra-vac. One of those big, green ones with the spinning hurricane in the middle so you can see the suckage in action.
But, right now? The crack pipe. Why did I get this? Four years ago I had no idea I could even do this—what was I smoking then?
How come I was thirty-six fucking years old before I figured out I can do this THING, this amazingly big THING that changes everything in the world of my head?
And the most beautiful part? Even when it sucks, it's good. And unless I am horribly mutilated in a freak bowling accident, no one can ever take this away from me. Well, the muse can go away, it's true. The desire to write can just phwooot! like the wind. But it has always come back so far, and I'm starting to trust it always will.
Anyway, all of the above is by way of apology that I haven't had a chance to respond to all the lovely comments I got on Oblivious (you people are just so goddamned generous I wanta bust into tears or something) and I am truly sorry and will do so tomorrow, but right now I'm wacky on the pipe.
~peacelove~
And then sometimes it can suck ass like a Hoover mega ultra-vac. One of those big, green ones with the spinning hurricane in the middle so you can see the suckage in action.
But, right now? The crack pipe. Why did I get this? Four years ago I had no idea I could even do this—what was I smoking then?
How come I was thirty-six fucking years old before I figured out I can do this THING, this amazingly big THING that changes everything in the world of my head?
And the most beautiful part? Even when it sucks, it's good. And unless I am horribly mutilated in a freak bowling accident, no one can ever take this away from me. Well, the muse can go away, it's true. The desire to write can just phwooot! like the wind. But it has always come back so far, and I'm starting to trust it always will.
Anyway, all of the above is by way of apology that I haven't had a chance to respond to all the lovely comments I got on Oblivious (you people are just so goddamned generous I wanta bust into tears or something) and I am truly sorry and will do so tomorrow, but right now I'm wacky on the pipe.
~peacelove~
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Date: 2008-02-07 09:17 am (UTC)But I just wanted to say that this right here put a huge smile on my face.
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Date: 2008-02-07 10:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-07 09:27 am (UTC)i loved reading this, though. it's exhilarating just HEARING about your transcendental writing experience, and about your love for the whole darn thing. AMEN. we are so glad you found it, arrow!
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Date: 2008-02-07 10:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-07 01:24 pm (UTC)So happy for you.
You've only been writing four years? OH MY GOD.
You are a prodigy. Srsly, most of us write our whole lives before writing something good at 36.
That said, I think I understand. Four years ago, I couldn't draw at all. So I kind of get it.
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Date: 2008-02-07 10:57 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you are pursuing drawing. !!
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Date: 2008-02-08 04:17 am (UTC)It seems like fantasies keep us sane, and somehow writing them down makes them so much more real.
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Date: 2008-02-07 01:27 pm (UTC)*Looks SO forward to the product of your crack binge*
But don't Bogart that pipe, man! Pass it over to meeeeeee!
*loves on you*
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Date: 2008-02-07 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-07 01:33 pm (UTC)Indescribable except as writers, we still go ahead and try to describe it ::g::
::smooches you:;
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Date: 2008-02-07 11:01 pm (UTC)That's it exactly! I remember thinking, "How the hell do I make him get from the kitchen to the bedroom?" and then, after that, it was all type type type and learn learn learn, and everything so shiny and exciting. And it still is. Like I'm still writing my first story.
Oh, that's not it. You're right: it's freakin' indescribable.
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Date: 2008-02-07 11:47 pm (UTC)But there's nothing like writing. Nothing. It's addictive. I'm always astonished when people say they haven't written for months, years; how do they stop? I can't go more than a few days.
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Date: 2008-02-07 03:27 pm (UTC)Laurie
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Date: 2008-02-07 11:02 pm (UTC)I know! Why didn't it occur to us, *ever*? But we're so lucky it finally did. :)
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Date: 2008-02-07 03:48 pm (UTC)Anyway, go take another hit off the crack pipe, and \o/ to you!
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Date: 2008-02-07 11:07 pm (UTC)Occasionally I miss writing fic, but mostly I'm happy to be doing what I do.
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Date: 2008-02-07 11:12 pm (UTC)I can totally relate to going where your strengths are, which is why I don't vid very often. :) But I still do it on occasion just because it's like flexing a totally different muscle. Feels good.
Be seeing you shortly (squee!)
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Date: 2008-02-07 11:26 pm (UTC)And yay, see you soon!
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Date: 2008-02-07 06:30 pm (UTC)Love, max
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Date: 2008-02-07 11:06 pm (UTC)See? That's amazing. So many of us discovered the joys of writing solely through fandom. As if we couldn't believe, in just reading professional fiction, that is was anything we could do on our own.
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Date: 2008-02-08 12:30 am (UTC)Love, max
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Date: 2008-02-07 07:36 pm (UTC)And yes, you should be delighted in what you can do. You're giving pleasure to yourself and others, and that, that is pretty damn nifty. :-)
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