crankypants

[lyssie]

You know what the worst thing about this job is? I come home and I have no creative energy left to do anything. It takes until fucking nine o'clock for me to actually feel like I'm intelligent enough to get any writing done. And then I have three hours (maybe) to write.

I'm just so goddamned frustrated. I have piles of loose notes (not to mention an entire fucking steno book full) with scenes for unfinished fic, and I can't get a damned thing finished because I come home exhausted.

And it's not writer's block. I've had that, and it's a different feeling entirely. This is more... writer's floodplain, complete with overfilled sandbags that got drowned.

Comments

[rigel-7.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

It's hugely sucky when life gets in the way of writing and/or squee.

*hands you a cookie*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Is, yes. *munches cookie, and tries to stop feeling sorry for herself*

Re: Writing vs Fatigue

[kkglinka.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, that. Where you know exactly what you want to write, have it all planned out, it's ready to go. It's just a matter of sitting down and organizing your thoughts in Writer Mode and typing it out. Except you can't because you're tired and can't concentrate well enough to write. So you fumble around trying but space out and put it off. And it all backs up.... Yeah. That's me almost every day.

Re: Writing vs Fatigue

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

yes, exactly. God. I hate it. I kind of miss being a kid, y'know? But then there's the whole not being able to write/do what I want thing, too. Sigh.

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

I hear that. *sigh* Me for the last month. Vacation helped, but not as much as I'd hoped, since it didn't really help all my wrecked sleeping patterns.

Let's see, you had cookies, so obviously the next thing is booze.

*passes you the bottle*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*downs a very large shot*

hormones suck, too

I'm trying to decide if drinking booze when I come home would help. Sadly, I'm guessing no.

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

*cracks open new bottle, slurps, passes to you*

this is true

alas, probably not.

And am I writing my fic? NO OF COURSE NOT for I have the brain of a jellyfish.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*licks your icon*

I would be in bed, as my brain passed the jelly stage a while back, but I'm still copying a disk. argh. It needs to go faster. And maybe if we had clones fic would be written?

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

Dude, if we had clones, can you imagine how much fic we'd be writing? Up until the clones started fighting over who had to go to work and who had to take care of the kid and which one got to play on the internet and watch t.v. and write fic all day.

And one of them would probably be stalking Trucco. Good thing there's only one of me.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

oh, thank god. I'm ending the evening with laughter.

I am not stalking Trucco! I'm stalking Katee and Trucco, and hoping fervently that they never ever ever ever read my fic.

Ever.

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

I try... :DD

Sleep well!

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*snuggles*