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Friday, April 6
Frustration
LKH in Bold. Wild Mockery Is Regular
Difficult writing day.
Unlike the other days you strain at the Great Blank Page oh, Mistress Divine?
I finally fled the house this morning....
The Dragon Is Coming! The Dragon Is Coming! Run for your lives all yee peasants and plebians! Run I tell you! Take up your most precious and wordly goods, push your children before you. The Dragon Is Coming!
...Jon kept me company, but he could only sit there while I wrote...
It was a goodly break-fast, in so far as such things go. The meal was pleasant as was the conversation. But in truth the best repast is honest adoration. The good man could do nothing but stare at me so and I could naught but bring myself to dissuade him. In fact, I dare say I made some work of appearing most in need of a strong, handsome presence to stable my vapors.
I'm so lost in this scene I don't have a good idea to bounce off of anyone.
This scene, like the tireless working backs of the common man - your work in general, six of one, half a dozen naked, long haired men sexing men of the other, the white space. The white space. A pillar of rock has no voice. *snap snap*
The book was going so well, then I had two days in a row where my pattern was disrupted. That's all it takes. I seem particularly fragile to interruptions when the book is in that frenzy state. Two days in a row of not being able to follow my schedule and I am back to a crawl.
Oh lordy Missy Hamilton, Miss. Boys is you got the most fragilist person evah. So white, so dark haired, so delicate. I can't mind where you be getting your ideas from and how hard yous be working on that writing thing of yours. But if I can do anything, sends you cards, flowers, chocolate in the mail, repeat how much I's just adores you in your forum there... Anything I can do to help keep the cruel world from trying to put it's grubby hands on your tender white skin....
Jon reminded me that this is typical for me. It made me go, oh yeah. But it didn't make the problem go away.
I rebuke thee young Jon-boy for failing to vanquish the evil that so regularly haunts the one you call your love. We of the Long Haired Sexy Bright Champions Of Stamina do take away your club membership and spa card at once!
After an agonizing morning I got about a page and a half done.
As she sat there with the smell of bread wafting in, a mocking hungry stench that spoke of production and life, she had to face the fact that even her best efforts were as miserly as a priest at a sex bar.
I've been staring at that page and a half for awhile now and I have no idea how to get through this scene. Three days ago it was so vivid, so real, so . . .
I... I don't know if anyone will find this. All I can hear is my heart-beat. It's only been three days. But so much has changed. It's all different. It's cold. I'm lost and I can't find my way back. I don't think I ever will. I'm so cold! I... I just want my fansy to know I love them. I shouldn't have mocked them, I shouldn't have ... I...I Ahhhhhhhhhh!
The End
Friday, April 6
Frustration
LKH in Bold. Wild Mockery Is Regular
Difficult writing day.
Unlike the other days you strain at the Great Blank Page oh, Mistress Divine?
I finally fled the house this morning....
The Dragon Is Coming! The Dragon Is Coming! Run for your lives all yee peasants and plebians! Run I tell you! Take up your most precious and wordly goods, push your children before you. The Dragon Is Coming!
...Jon kept me company, but he could only sit there while I wrote...
It was a goodly break-fast, in so far as such things go. The meal was pleasant as was the conversation. But in truth the best repast is honest adoration. The good man could do nothing but stare at me so and I could naught but bring myself to dissuade him. In fact, I dare say I made some work of appearing most in need of a strong, handsome presence to stable my vapors.
I'm so lost in this scene I don't have a good idea to bounce off of anyone.
This scene, like the tireless working backs of the common man - your work in general, six of one, half a dozen naked, long haired men sexing men of the other, the white space. The white space. A pillar of rock has no voice. *snap snap*
The book was going so well, then I had two days in a row where my pattern was disrupted. That's all it takes. I seem particularly fragile to interruptions when the book is in that frenzy state. Two days in a row of not being able to follow my schedule and I am back to a crawl.
Oh lordy Missy Hamilton, Miss. Boys is you got the most fragilist person evah. So white, so dark haired, so delicate. I can't mind where you be getting your ideas from and how hard yous be working on that writing thing of yours. But if I can do anything, sends you cards, flowers, chocolate in the mail, repeat how much I's just adores you in your forum there... Anything I can do to help keep the cruel world from trying to put it's grubby hands on your tender white skin....
Jon reminded me that this is typical for me. It made me go, oh yeah. But it didn't make the problem go away.
I rebuke thee young Jon-boy for failing to vanquish the evil that so regularly haunts the one you call your love. We of the Long Haired Sexy Bright Champions Of Stamina do take away your club membership and spa card at once!
After an agonizing morning I got about a page and a half done.
As she sat there with the smell of bread wafting in, a mocking hungry stench that spoke of production and life, she had to face the fact that even her best efforts were as miserly as a priest at a sex bar.
I've been staring at that page and a half for awhile now and I have no idea how to get through this scene. Three days ago it was so vivid, so real, so . . .
I... I don't know if anyone will find this. All I can hear is my heart-beat. It's only been three days. But so much has changed. It's all different. It's cold. I'm lost and I can't find my way back. I don't think I ever will. I'm so cold! I... I just want my fansy to know I love them. I shouldn't have mocked them, I shouldn't have ... I...I Ahhhhhhhhhh!
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