I hate writing. Why do I write?
I eliminate, finally, one WIP and three more pop up. And they all suck right now, and I suck, and still I struggle, and *why* and I can only imagine the pain if I ever tried to do something that wasn't gay pr0n. I would go insane.
I eliminate, finally, one WIP and three more pop up. And they all suck right now, and I suck, and still I struggle, and *why* and I can only imagine the pain if I ever tried to do something that wasn't gay pr0n. I would go insane.
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I ask myself a lot whether I'm being an idiot to write this instead of whatever else I could be writing. Then I remind myself that, yeah, I could agonize for years over some "literary fic" that I didn't even care for that much, go through the crap you have to go through to get somebody else to publish it, have something I could then show to family and friends, and...see it sit on a dusty shelf somewhere, mostly not being read, until the cover gets ripped off and it gets remaindered.
Instead, I write for an audience that is already in place and waiting for my next piece, whatever it is, which I can publish any time I want to, and they'll be kind no matter what, and thousands of people will read it over the next few years, and most of those, I trust, will find some value in it. And, just...how is that a bad thing, you know? We're at the forefront of what may be a revolution in women's literature and women's lives (and really, all people's lives, but it has special significance for women), not to mention the reclaiming of the public ownership of creative works and the empowerment of all classes of people via the non-hierarchical internetworking of communication, now that we have the Internet. It is an unprecedented change in human life. It is a BIG DEAL.
So is the fact that, for the first time in human history, hundreds of thousands, even probably millions, of women have claimed the right to read and write and publish what they please.
What you are doing matters. So it's worth the occasional struggle.
And I'm so there with you, down in the trenches. I'm writing and drawing tonight, as usual, and grrrr! I just want to get something finished, dammit! What I've just shared with you is the little pep talk I give myself every time WIPs turn into the many-headed Hydra.
I'm struggling with art the same way. Worse, even, as I have far less training in art and am almost entirely self-taught. I take on projects that are way over my head, stuff that a lot of teachers say you should never attempt. But this is what I want to draw, this is what lights me up. So...I dunno, I guess you're either true to yourself, your inner vision, or you're not. It's so hard when you feel like you're swimming upstream. I still think it's worth it.... {{{hugs}}}
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Maybe he'll say yes, and then sort of casuallu mention Sylar in the next sentence...just out of nowhere...
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issues...
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I never really thought of it like that. It's nice though. Elevating to something other than just gay porn.
I'm still gonna call it gay porn though, as that amuses me. :)
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and then Kittie points out I have never done Fraser blowing Ray.
Oops. My apologies.
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I mean, now I remember my whole plan with that and how he stopped and everything. But it was so long ago that it...uh...slipped my mind.
haha
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I also forgot that at one point, Rene grabbed James' dick and said "This is mine"
Oh dear.
*blush*
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::Insert my own blush::