It's frustrating when an idea comes to me, a story that needs telling, a collection of people who need telling about ...
I was at lunch and reading on my phone about magazines that publish travel writing and the first one listed reminded me of an experience at Burning Man that I had forgotten and that suddenly needed to be told.
But it was the end of the lunch hour and I could not spend the next two hours indulging myself at writing anything (even this) and so I got up and came back to my desk knowing that the spirit, the story, the work was never going to exist.
Something about home completely kills my writing mind. Something about the mild distractions of the corporate office wakes it up. I could stay late ... But I've got a lot to do, so, never mind.
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Got a thing I've been working on for a couple of months.
I'm so where you are right now.
Usually when I get there (and I always do,) I toss it all out, because I know it's shit and ain't ever getting any better, and I start learning to hate even looking at it.
Bet I've thrown out a million words in my life. Then I always wonder a week later or a month or year...
I'm perhaps a little better now in the digital age of multiple drives and clouds and infinite storage. I find lately that I'm always running across fragments I'd forgotten, laying around in some forgotten virtual desk-drawer.
Doesn't help me with what I'm doing today, though, which is shit, and which I'm fed up with. I have other stuff to do...
FUCK I hate writing. Can't imagine what makes me EVER start anything. And, so, yeah, I'm right in here with you.
Yeah. Right there with you guys. I get "the best idea ever" at work, make a few notes... start writing that night at home, sometimes keep going for weeks, but then eventually it fizzles out and/or I end up distracted with the next best idea ever.
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