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lkh_lashoutsBlog link: http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2008/01/if-only-it-had-worked.html
LKH in bold; I'm plain.
I'm glossing over all the therapy talk, because . . . well, it's not really that interesting. LKH just draws it out like someone who wants to tell a cool story at a party but doesn't really have much of a story, so they pad it with detail—that way, by the time they're done, you're so happy they're done that you may actually think what they said was important/funny/interesting.
I was somewhat surprised, though, to see LKH distinguish "artists" from "writers". A lot of writers, of both the sane and wanky variety, insist that writing is an art, and at a lot of universities and colleges, writing is in the "fine arts" category, along with drama, painting, etc.
But then again, she's all about The Science, so she probably doesn't want to give up her membership to the Soft Sciences by claiming she's an artist. She has principles, you know. The Science helps make her stories real.
My subconscious and I are apparently too tight to sepearate. That means that the veil that most people have between their waking mind and their subconscious isn't really there for me. I didn't realize that other people did it differently.
I think she's starting to write lyrics for the song portion of her Little Miss Snowflake routine. (Or would that be Little Ms. Snowflake, since she's Grand Liberated Woman? Er, Womyn. Whatever.)
Knowing I was a writer, why didn't the therepaist warn me? Because it hadn't happened with every writer she'd worked with, only a few. Apparently, even among other writers I'm the odd duck. Why doesn't that surprise?
Oh, yes, Laurell, of course. It's the therapist's fault. (Unless the therapist didn't consider you a real writer and simply wanted to fuck with your head, in which case... bring on the Harley Quinn!) Never mind the fact that most people, when undergoing a treatment of some kind, will actually look into it and learn the pros and cons, the side effects, etc. It's fodder for her Miss Little Snowflake resume. File under "Unique Powers".
Honestly, there are how many billion people on this planet? Of course there's not going to be a one-cure-fits-all for anything. Then again, what do I know? I'm just a measly human. Which is probably better than being a unique snowflake, as snowflakes have a tendency to be eaten, trampled, driven over, or pissed on by passing dogs. (And the occasional human.)
LKH in bold; I'm plain.
I'm glossing over all the therapy talk, because . . . well, it's not really that interesting. LKH just draws it out like someone who wants to tell a cool story at a party but doesn't really have much of a story, so they pad it with detail—that way, by the time they're done, you're so happy they're done that you may actually think what they said was important/funny/interesting.
I was somewhat surprised, though, to see LKH distinguish "artists" from "writers". A lot of writers, of both the sane and wanky variety, insist that writing is an art, and at a lot of universities and colleges, writing is in the "fine arts" category, along with drama, painting, etc.
But then again, she's all about The Science, so she probably doesn't want to give up her membership to the Soft Sciences by claiming she's an artist. She has principles, you know. The Science helps make her stories real.
My subconscious and I are apparently too tight to sepearate. That means that the veil that most people have between their waking mind and their subconscious isn't really there for me. I didn't realize that other people did it differently.
I think she's starting to write lyrics for the song portion of her Little Miss Snowflake routine. (Or would that be Little Ms. Snowflake, since she's Grand Liberated Woman? Er, Womyn. Whatever.)
Knowing I was a writer, why didn't the therepaist warn me? Because it hadn't happened with every writer she'd worked with, only a few. Apparently, even among other writers I'm the odd duck. Why doesn't that surprise?
Oh, yes, Laurell, of course. It's the therapist's fault. (Unless the therapist didn't consider you a real writer and simply wanted to fuck with your head, in which case... bring on the Harley Quinn!) Never mind the fact that most people, when undergoing a treatment of some kind, will actually look into it and learn the pros and cons, the side effects, etc. It's fodder for her Miss Little Snowflake resume. File under "Unique Powers".
Honestly, there are how many billion people on this planet? Of course there's not going to be a one-cure-fits-all for anything. Then again, what do I know? I'm just a measly human. Which is probably better than being a unique snowflake, as snowflakes have a tendency to be eaten, trampled, driven over, or pissed on by passing dogs. (And the occasional human.)
