I've had them before, Betsy. You're not wrong.
The Minearverse 4: Support Group for Clumsy People
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
How are you doing today, Allyson?
I've gone mad. There's a half-written essay on my screen, mocking me. I can't seem to get a sentence out. Jesus. It's not like I'm writing the next To Kill a Mockingbird. Shouldn't be this hard, suddenly.
It is hard. Bird by bird. Do NOT look back. Do not edit. Move forward, one stupid badly-written word at a time.
Try closing your eyes, Allyson.
No, no, I'm serious. I've found that to help. Can't hurt, right?
What Betsy said, and Katie. Also, when you really need a break from the work, try something non-computer, like playing with Ruby, just for 5 or 10 minutes, to clear your mind a little.
Shouldn't be this hard, suddenly.
As you would say to me: You're thinking too hard and freaking yourself out. Don't make me hide the keys to your Firebird.
A head-trick that sometimes works for me: Get out a smallish notebook and handwrite. The short pages force you to move forward; looking back takes effort. Also you can't edit.
F it all. C everything. M the next guy who asks me.
M the next guy who asks me.
Careful now. I'm pretty sure that's how Lisa Marie ended up with Michael Jackson.
I am desperately looking for my notes on an essay I am writing about Penlind, the chick who lied about having a dying baby at the Bronze.
I can't find them!
But while digging, I found my review of Out of Gas from way back when.
I forgot how much I hated Firefly.