the Waiting Place
Mar. 18th, 2005 04:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I feel weird. Doing displacement activity (I cleaned a wall earlier. Just one wall. In the bathroom) but not sure what I'm trying to displace. It feels like summer in my flat, which is great, but it's bringing back the way I felt for much of last summer, all twitchy and paralysed, wandering from room to room incapable of actually doing anything. And I'm wondering how on earth I managed to finish writing my book in that atmosphere. Oh yeah, that's right, I didn't have internet access.
It's not helping that I've packed my suitcase already, which I normally never do till 3am the night before I go somewhere, so part of me is convinced there's no point doing anything because I'm clearly about to walk out the door to the airport.
And postwodehouse.com is down. There was a server problem, and they're restoring from backups, but so far they've only got up to domains beginning with C. So there will be a Friday Update, but it'll be a Saturday Update instead.
Maybe the Chemical Brothers will help knock some of the ditheriness out of my system.
But what's the good of all these gigs and fun and socialising and experiences, if I don't make something out of it all? Gah. I should be writing.
It's not helping that I've packed my suitcase already, which I normally never do till 3am the night before I go somewhere, so part of me is convinced there's no point doing anything because I'm clearly about to walk out the door to the airport.
And postwodehouse.com is down. There was a server problem, and they're restoring from backups, but so far they've only got up to domains beginning with C. So there will be a Friday Update, but it'll be a Saturday Update instead.
Maybe the Chemical Brothers will help knock some of the ditheriness out of my system.
But what's the good of all these gigs and fun and socialising and experiences, if I don't make something out of it all? Gah. I should be writing.
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Date: 2005-03-18 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-03-18 05:08 pm (UTC)Good stuff is not written when you force yourself to write. It is written when you know that you must write.
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Date: 2005-03-18 06:31 pm (UTC)(sorry, I've been buried in postwodehouse mail.)
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Date: 2005-03-18 10:10 pm (UTC)Think if it as subconscious preparation for writing. You might not remember the exact details, and you might lose some ideas you think up, but it will compost down in your back brain and provide nourishment for other ideas later on. It's neat because you can justify pretty much any indulgence, "I'm just nourishing my idea pool", without having to do any writing.
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Date: 2005-03-18 11:28 pm (UTC)It's bad enough living, as I do, opposite a Belgian chocolate shop, and above a pizza restaurant.
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Date: 2005-03-19 01:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-27 09:25 pm (UTC)p.s. i'm enjoying postwodehouse so much. it's right up my street.
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Date: 2005-03-28 06:37 am (UTC)