Dissatisfaction. Is the worst feeling in the world. I just feel so dissatisfied with myself, or maybe overpowered. Even my own blog makes me feel a little disgusted. I wouldn't be surprised if I took it down soon. My artistic self (writing, art, photography, blogging, everything) is just taking a toll from some invisible force. I read a blog post today where a girl I consider a dear friend said "I have a hundred unfinished writings" and she doesn't care, because they are ideas and they're sitting in her computer, waiting for her.
At first, it made me feel better.
And now I'm back to feeling like crap again.
I think I might need a break from this artistic thing.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
NaNoWriMo Day 136
I've gone and lost count of my words again, because I'm a lazy sod, but also because I haven't been writing much lately. Unless you count those massive stories with Gene that are NOT SUITABLE FOR PUBLIC CONSUMPTION. Not even scrambled. >_< I'm hoping that since summer has *finally* begun, I can catch up with myself and recount everything I've missed. Log back into Spork Room and fill out those prompts, write a prompt for Vindie's #3 because I HAVEN'T because I am LAZY and UNINSPIRED.
Bleck. It's been a crappy year for writing.
Bleck. It's been a crappy year for writing.
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