Writing & Life

What would a daily blog even consist of? All I got is cats, work, and sex. Mutually exclusive, of course.

Chameleon as in I can fall asleep on the floor...and do many jobs.

Do people ever get known for doing a billion little things? Jack of all Internet moderate fame?

This last online project has gotten larger and longer than I had anticipated. Writing something week by week has its struggles but on the other hand, I would have never gotten to 78k doing it as a whole project.

My problem isn't writer's block per se. It's writer's focus. So what do I do? Write the correct topic in crap form or meader brilliantly over several plots, doomed to never quite finish anything.

So how do we ever feel done with a piece when we know our different selves in a few years might not like it?

I've been googling my recent MRI results out of interest in the human brain. I wasn't afraid or even concerned, just intrigued. But after seeing support groups, little ribbons, or "living with a chronic illness" it changes things.

Writing is a habit and an addiction. Yet it's hard to get started. You almost have to force yourself to do it each day till it becomes some sort of daily ritual. But then when you're forced to stop, it feels wrong.

For someone who hates to drive this seems like a pretty big burden. However, as someone who can also easily lose herself in her own head, it hasn't been as bad as I would have thought. Never in my life have I been so well 'read'.

If they say you don't grow unless your uncomfortable, I should be 100 ft tall by now. Every step of writing is uncomfortable.