Here's a new review of Virtually Hers by the Joyfully Reviewed site and the reviewer is happy. Yay!
Writing has been coming incredibly slow and frustrating. Drip. Drip Drip. And with the deadline noose tightening, it's not a fun feeling at all.
It makes me understand the writers depicted in those old movies in some yucky motel room with lots of booze and cigarettes while they pound away at their story, totally living outside of reality and away from distraction of news. I would love that kind of tunnel vision focus, minus the cigarettes and yucky conditions. You noticed I didn't take away the booze ;-).
But alas, I'm not brave enough to be that into my art. Those movie writers don't care about bills (because they have none, ha) and they, being fictitious, probably don't have mutant poms to feed too (and huuuuuge vet bills!).
They always say that the artist must sacrifice for his art. There are biographical accounts of madness, angst and existential loneliness, and you know, I look at my own little world and go, "uh-huh madness, angst and existential loneliness alrightee then, go over there and wait your turn while I deal with fear, impatience, and daily aches and pain." Yeah, the drama in my life is overwhelming ;-).
Not saying here that there aren't great writers (and artistes) today that aren't normal. I'm sure many of them are well-adjusted human beings. And they probably go through the same empty feeling I get when they're stuck--where is the dRAMa, the rush of creativity, that sort of feeling.
It's good to look hard at one's life and question about one's choices, especially when you're a writer. Because writers are observers by nature and who better to observe than one's own life? And in the end, I have to acknowledge that I don't want THAT MUCH drama. I'm such a coward, I know. //hangs head
That's the hardest part of being a writer, I think. When the creativity goes drip, drip, drip, there is nowhere to turn to because it's all inside the head, and all that despair is meaningless to everyone else but the writer.
Geez, now that I've spread some cheer to your Friday, I'll endeavor to brighten my roofing crew's day with some messy leaks.