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Lumus -> RE: Arrrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh! (10/1/2007 7:28:06 PM)
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ORIGINAL: e01n
Lemme see...
The last writing project I had was doing a gonzo food journalism blog that quite frankly sucked so much ass through a straw that there are no donkeys in Terre Haute any longer... That was aborted in July.
I've lost pretty much all interest in fiction. I still keep my hand in NaNoWriMo yearly, but that's more out of principle than ambition.
The last poem I had published was something not very good in "The Flying Island" - a "local" poetry mag. I think Clinton was in office then...
The last one I attempted - 3:12 am this morning. Interrupted at 3:13 by someone snuggling up to me with Her snotty nose.
I *DO* still have outlines and proposals for my ambitious cookbook project living on my HD and in my card file - my goal was to write full and legitimate pitches for cookbooks, one a month.
But I know my poetry enough to let others say it for me with much better results...
If you're published, you're a step ahead of me...and I've written over 300 poems, 73 songs, a score of short stories, and several novels. [;)] The only reason there's so much of it all is because my thinky-box won't shut down. Ever.
Sometimes it helps to remind myself that while I judge myself harshly when it comes to writing [anything], the words certainly don't judge me. If you can look at your work and see a bit of your heart and mind in it, you've already succeeded.
I would venture to say, enjoy what you can, and try not to be too derisive to the things that don't live up to your standards. Humans are imperfect, but the English language is a bloody mess!
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