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15 Facebook Fails

Three
is a crowd!

Awesome Yahoo Answers The
first one is my favorite.

Hmm. I had a post I thought I sent, but it never showed up. Expect
self-deprecating crap soon?

Writing Woe

So. I really wish I knew more local writers--but then, I know of only two,
and neither of them is likely to get along with me.

Anyway. I'm feeling really strong doubts about this whole writing thing.
Partly because the more I know about writing as a profession, the more I
realize it's unlikely to ever replace the need for a day job--and my day job
makes actually writing very difficult--not time-wise, but in terms of the
mental energy required to do my job well.

Then, of course, I go home, and the things I want to do are spend time with
my family and relax. Even though my job is 90% cerebral and only about 10%
physical (if that), it tires me out to a ridiculous degree. Part of that is
likely that I'm in pretty bad physical condition. I'm working on that, but
it takes time, especially when I've gone backwards for a few months now.

Anyway, I've got, at the least, the skeleton for the whole book (Warden
novel,) plotted, and the first five chapters in detail--but actually writing
the conversations is killing me. And the shit of it is, that's the thing
I've always thought I was pretty ok with.

I know I can write. I know that sometimes, I can write--by which I
mean, sometimes, I can pull your heart out through your eyes with my words.
But lately, I can't seem to summon up that ability. I find myself just
spinning wheels with pointless conversations and exposition I know I'm going
to have to cut.

And then there's the doubts. I keep hearing those annoying voices in the
back of my mind: "You're a hobby writer, accept it." There's nothing
inherently wrong with being a hobby writer--but if that's the best I can do,
I'm done, really. I'll save my stories for my games. I'm not interested in
self-publishing, I'm not interested in just sending stories to a few
friends, and I'm not interested in posting my work on websites unless it's
sample chapters for my will-be-released-in-a-month novel.

And even if I'm published, the voices say, so what? I'll probably have a
contract to kill myself to write another one. Is that really what I want?
Of course the answer is "Yes, duh," but the doubts still climb and get
louder. And I wonder if I'm actually talented, or just a conceited git who
should stick to critical essays.

Ok, enough self-pity. I need to go print some Winston Churchill speeches for
my next class.