Doing stupid things
Jan. 23rd, 2020 08:35 amWorking yesterday, faced with two copies of the same document. One had only 10 pages, so I deleted it because the right document should have over 200 pages. Turns out I wasn't thinking straight. The other was missing something like three days work, some new text and good strong editing.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I try to think of these things as goads to make me rethink, and for sure, it's created one point of rewriting that is much better. But I am weary of heart, and need to cheer myself up. I need more strength. Not the muscleman kind of thing, proper sunny valour to hold my heart up and keep going forward bright as possible. It is a little difficult at the moment. Soon we'll have left the EU. It's hard to face the fact that sometimes lies and ignorance and prejudice carry the day.
But they don't carry all days forever. And I am in Scotland, which makes it easier.
I have no real desire to return to England at all, and would never dream of living there again unless I was in London, Oxford, or York. The big connection southwards is friendship, which I have no intention of giving up.
Rather I'll roast the heart of any Brexiter who tries nonsense with me. Roast it right in front of them.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I try to think of these things as goads to make me rethink, and for sure, it's created one point of rewriting that is much better. But I am weary of heart, and need to cheer myself up. I need more strength. Not the muscleman kind of thing, proper sunny valour to hold my heart up and keep going forward bright as possible. It is a little difficult at the moment. Soon we'll have left the EU. It's hard to face the fact that sometimes lies and ignorance and prejudice carry the day.
But they don't carry all days forever. And I am in Scotland, which makes it easier.
I have no real desire to return to England at all, and would never dream of living there again unless I was in London, Oxford, or York. The big connection southwards is friendship, which I have no intention of giving up.
Rather I'll roast the heart of any Brexiter who tries nonsense with me. Roast it right in front of them.
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Date: 2020-01-23 12:01 pm (UTC)One of those thumb drives I actually keep in my car. You know. In case, Nazis start patrolling my neighborhood, and I have to make a quick get away in the middle of the night.
Writing can be such a slog. I'm experiencing the same weariness of heart. But, you know, at a certain level of craft—which you have—your readers will never be able to tell the difference between what you write when you're fully engaged and what you write when you're not. So, at this point, all you have to do is finish it.
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Date: 2020-01-24 01:56 pm (UTC)I seem to be trapped in a loop of endless revisions, some better and some... Well, some are the result of endless second guessing. I need to check myself, get away from it for a while.
And yes, for sure it's time for multiple saved copies.