Aye, and there's the rub
Tuesday, July 26th, 2005 11:17 pmMarvellous how things work out, isn't it? More precisely, it's marvellous how things don't work out.
I have shifted in one easy manoeuvre from lethargy to writer's block. Not this stuff of course, I can write inconsequential LJ entries until the cows come home, and still be tik-takking away through milking time and again when the ladies are on their way back out to ten acre field for a little top up of the cud.
No, it's the proper stuff that's eluding me. It took all afternoon to write a page or so. The best part is, I know what I want to write, I just can't drag out the preferred form of words. I suppose then, that it's not writer's block, but writer's impatience or something (there must be a word or phrase for it). I just can't settle on getting the words down and then going back to the edit; I keep editing and rephrasing as I write, instead, and this means that I get almost nothing written.
I shall, I think, allow that it's just not going to happen tonight. As it's nearly 11.30, I should be having a shave and a shower and getting ready to turn in, anyway. Tonight is after all a school night, and work beckons on the morrow.
Now there's a thing (completely unrelated, this). The line just dropped and then came on again immediately. It was off just long enough to baffle MSN Messenger into closing down - not that I'm actually in the middle of a conversation or anything, you understand, but I like to think that it's me who pulls the plug, not the random vagaries of digital chaos theory. Yes, I realise that qualifies me as rather naïve, thinking I can control something largely programmed by the Hounds of MicrosquashTM, and whose physical architecture is based upon a doodle by an inmate of the IBM Corporation, and then evolved by a couple of generations of web-fingered morlocks in Silicon Valley. Still, one tries, and one hopes against all evidence and good sense, that tappity-tapping on the keyboard and refusing to swear denotes control of some kind.
That said, I have just realised that I am sitting at my keyboard, typing whilst wearing a baseball stylee cap. Maybe the control is in the reverse direction, and subconsciously I am becoming one of those selfsame morlocks... >shudder<. I certainly have the physique for it (that and a craving for pizza). It could be worse, I guess, but as that wave of revelation passes through me, I confess that I am finding it difficult to think how.
Reading this back, I realise that I could have made it two short, snappy and self-contained entries, rather than one long ramble which schmoozes of in a random direction part way through.
I could have done, but where's the fun in that?
Consider this entire entry a late submission for the July Non Sequitur of the Month Award.
I may just win.
I have shifted in one easy manoeuvre from lethargy to writer's block. Not this stuff of course, I can write inconsequential LJ entries until the cows come home, and still be tik-takking away through milking time and again when the ladies are on their way back out to ten acre field for a little top up of the cud.
No, it's the proper stuff that's eluding me. It took all afternoon to write a page or so. The best part is, I know what I want to write, I just can't drag out the preferred form of words. I suppose then, that it's not writer's block, but writer's impatience or something (there must be a word or phrase for it). I just can't settle on getting the words down and then going back to the edit; I keep editing and rephrasing as I write, instead, and this means that I get almost nothing written.
I shall, I think, allow that it's just not going to happen tonight. As it's nearly 11.30, I should be having a shave and a shower and getting ready to turn in, anyway. Tonight is after all a school night, and work beckons on the morrow.
Now there's a thing (completely unrelated, this). The line just dropped and then came on again immediately. It was off just long enough to baffle MSN Messenger into closing down - not that I'm actually in the middle of a conversation or anything, you understand, but I like to think that it's me who pulls the plug, not the random vagaries of digital chaos theory. Yes, I realise that qualifies me as rather naïve, thinking I can control something largely programmed by the Hounds of MicrosquashTM, and whose physical architecture is based upon a doodle by an inmate of the IBM Corporation, and then evolved by a couple of generations of web-fingered morlocks in Silicon Valley. Still, one tries, and one hopes against all evidence and good sense, that tappity-tapping on the keyboard and refusing to swear denotes control of some kind.
That said, I have just realised that I am sitting at my keyboard, typing whilst wearing a baseball stylee cap. Maybe the control is in the reverse direction, and subconsciously I am becoming one of those selfsame morlocks... >shudder<. I certainly have the physique for it (that and a craving for pizza). It could be worse, I guess, but as that wave of revelation passes through me, I confess that I am finding it difficult to think how.
Reading this back, I realise that I could have made it two short, snappy and self-contained entries, rather than one long ramble which schmoozes of in a random direction part way through.
I could have done, but where's the fun in that?
Consider this entire entry a late submission for the July Non Sequitur of the Month Award.
I may just win.
Observation
Date: 2005-07-27 08:58 am (UTC)Everyone's method is different. Keeping going, perhaps, is the immediate necessity.
*This is what has got in my way with my manuscript. As yet I have neither filled in details nor edited!
Re: Observation
Date: 2005-07-27 09:59 am (UTC)Re: Observation
Date: 2005-07-27 01:30 pm (UTC)Re: Observation
Date: 2005-07-27 02:59 pm (UTC)Hmm...
Do tell.
busted!
Date: 2005-07-27 03:03 pm (UTC)I have just one word for you:
Egnudxyrosplattimolenko.
Re: busted!
Date: 2005-07-27 03:17 pm (UTC)Are you likely to be keeping this journal malarkey up? If so, I'll cheerfully add you to my friends list (Meh, I may as well do so anyway, and you can add me back, if you like). Nice to be back in touch, even if only on a virtual level!
How's auld Californie?
I think that calls for a trichaleanipverolskapus.
busted
Date: 2005-07-27 03:26 pm (UTC)I'm still trying to figure out how to take advantage of the features on this interesting site, and have replied to/commented on a couple of other blogs here and there. When I discover how to add you to my list, I'll do so. I love to clack aimlessly on this PC (at work - the one at home is buggered) so I may as well do it so others may benefit from it, if only as a soporific.
Maybe we ought to just supply each other with e-mail addresses.
I love California, the Disaster State, if only because my wife is in it.
Zasplink.
Re: busted
Date: 2005-07-27 03:49 pm (UTC)To add, just click on the 'who is this bloke' link at the top of the page, and on the info page there should be a number of symbols under "caddyman". Just click on the + sign and it will ask you if you want to add me.
dusted
Date: 2005-07-27 03:58 pm (UTC)Feel free to e-mail, then.
Gellirysonovermeacropaz.
Re: dusted
Date: 2005-07-27 04:13 pm (UTC)Blimey. I thought I had a memory for rubbish, but you have me all beat on that one!