Ha! Leapt out of the gate and fell on my face. Why was I in such a hurry to not post anything?
Today I'm sitting in Urban Bean and catching up on all of my blogs. Yes, i haven't written in such a long time that there are few blogs I feel it's okay to skip. Those would be the eBay blog (none of my merchandise sold, the auctions expired, why should I go back?), Orkut (they don't even have a blog, just a kind of Scrapbook thing), and Yahoo 360 (the code there is wonky--it never shows my updates to me).
Everything else, I'll update. No one reads my WordPress blog, but I updated it with a writing exercise from Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones, where I focused on environmental detail. I hacked out a short story that's been lurking around in the back of my mind. It was good fun, turning the scene over in my head to focus on each of... aw, crap. I never mentioned temperature or scents. How stupid! I could have described the temperature of the room and the smell of the confections, totally overlooked that.
No one reads my Friendster blog (does anyone even use Friendster anymore? Didn't think so) but it's useful to keep updating it as a writing exercise. All I did was complain about not having blogged lately and not having submitted any queries to publications. I complained similarly in Blogger and Open Salon, as well.
I don't know what to say. I was afforded three months to stay at home and take a stab at writing freelance, and it blew up in my face. I haven't achieved anything useful, I've squandered this time completely. Who could ever have any faith in me as a writer after the past 90 days? I submitted three queries to three video game magazines and they can't be arsed to respond. I have a couple interviews/profiles to submit to some local publications, but I'm a nobody in this scene, in any scene. Why would they be interested in anything I have to say? I'm partially insane, too, so what's interesting to me is completely lost on anyone else. I completely ruined a first date with a lovely girl by going too deeply into the sociological lesson gained from an escaped plague program that ran rampant within World of Warcraft. Her eyes literally glazed over and everything.
So what makes me think I have anything useful to say here?
I read it and enjoyed it, so what you wrote was useful to me.
Andra MarquardtI well understand where you're at. If writers don't feel useless, listless and overall worthless sometimes, then they can't be good writers.
For me, not feeling my writing is good enough keeps me pressing forward to improve.
You did submit three queries which were three more than I submitted, so I say, "Good job!"
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