I got my first spammy-anonymous comments today.
I am not happy about this. I have no interest in seeing Miley Cyrus nude.
If the commenter left a link about seeing Ryan Reynolds in the buff -- well, that might have been a different story.
Anywho, I hope this does not become a regular occurance on my blog. I post enough smut on my own, and don't need the from some nameless commenter in that arena. Nor do I need viruses to infiltrate my computer. Stay away, H1N1 of the internet!
Moving on.
Many of my followers are the writerly type, and I so enjoy your tips and advice and reading about your journeys. I wish I had the focus to blog about writing every day.
But, it's six days into the new year and I am not happy with a word I have written in 2010. (Well, except for the no kissy blogfest scene. I definitely dig that.)
I was stressing about the middle of the book -- it was sagging, it was lacking something -- so after struggling through a few scenes I decided to abandon ship and head to another section well into the second half of my story.
My husband went to bed early last night. He was feeling a little under the weather. I thought about how wonderful it was going to be to have peace and quiet. It was just going to be me and my manuscript, snuggled together on the couch with the electric blanket.
I tried to write. I wrote a paragraph and hated it. Then, I did an online crossword puzzle. I wrote another paragraph and hated it. I watched Chelsea Lately. Then Iwrote another paragraph went to bed.
Patheticspice. I don't even like this blog post.
I think I shall hibernate until early March. I'm a bear to be around in the winter.
I am not happy about this. I have no interest in seeing Miley Cyrus nude.
If the commenter left a link about seeing Ryan Reynolds in the buff -- well, that might have been a different story.
Anywho, I hope this does not become a regular occurance on my blog. I post enough smut on my own, and don't need the from some nameless commenter in that arena. Nor do I need viruses to infiltrate my computer. Stay away, H1N1 of the internet!
Moving on.
Many of my followers are the writerly type, and I so enjoy your tips and advice and reading about your journeys. I wish I had the focus to blog about writing every day.
But, it's six days into the new year and I am not happy with a word I have written in 2010. (Well, except for the no kissy blogfest scene. I definitely dig that.)
I was stressing about the middle of the book -- it was sagging, it was lacking something -- so after struggling through a few scenes I decided to abandon ship and head to another section well into the second half of my story.
My husband went to bed early last night. He was feeling a little under the weather. I thought about how wonderful it was going to be to have peace and quiet. It was just going to be me and my manuscript, snuggled together on the couch with the electric blanket.
I tried to write. I wrote a paragraph and hated it. Then, I did an online crossword puzzle. I wrote another paragraph and hated it. I watched Chelsea Lately. Then I
Patheticspice. I don't even like this blog post.
I think I shall hibernate until early March. I'm a bear to be around in the winter.
Comments
It's only the sixth of January, Amber. Don't go into hibernation just yet. I think everyone needs a little warm-up after the gluttony of the holidays.
And besides, sometimes a break from your work is necessary to figure out what isn't working!
Sometimes I just push through crappy writing to keep the story going, knowing that I'm going to go back to it, and go back to it, and go back to it...
And as Wendy said, it's only the sixth of January. A lot of us seem to be off to a rough start this year, but that means it has to get better, right?
Right?
*sigh*
And...Jeez, spammer dude, don't you know Miley turns 18 this year? We'll be seeing plenty of her naked later on, I'm certain.
Please don't hibernate from your blog, it would make me sad!
And ignore anon. commenter.. those guys are assholes.
You just have to work through the lows. It happens to everyone. I wrote a post earlier today that I don't even like. Writing is a pretty nauseous process.
I am ready for the blah of January to be gone as well, and don't blame you.