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caddymanI think I'm faintly depressed.
Not in a bad way, you understand. Depressed is probably the wrong word, but right now I can't think of an appropriate replacement. I have spent much of the evening mulling things and taking it easy. I've listened to a bit of music, watched a bit of telly and read a bit of book.
Latterly, with a cup of hot chocolate to one side, I've written a page of the Advocate's sheet for NWO. And reasonably pleased with it I was, too. The feel of the character is there, and although he is not yet dictating his life story to me, he is at least nodding politely and pointing out the odd mistake.
By way of a break, I downloaded a few recent papers submitted to the archive by the other writers, and sat back for a read.
And that, gentle reader is why I am for want of a better word, depressed. You see I half fancied myself as a writer. A writer in need of more practice to be sure, but a writer nonetheless.
But Edgar Rowan has proven to my satisfaction that I am not.
I think that I shall fire up British Seapower on my juke box (we wouldn't want to wake the house at this time of night, would we?) and see if any of it rubs off on me...
Ah, me.
To bed.
Not in a bad way, you understand. Depressed is probably the wrong word, but right now I can't think of an appropriate replacement. I have spent much of the evening mulling things and taking it easy. I've listened to a bit of music, watched a bit of telly and read a bit of book.
Latterly, with a cup of hot chocolate to one side, I've written a page of the Advocate's sheet for NWO. And reasonably pleased with it I was, too. The feel of the character is there, and although he is not yet dictating his life story to me, he is at least nodding politely and pointing out the odd mistake.
By way of a break, I downloaded a few recent papers submitted to the archive by the other writers, and sat back for a read.
And that, gentle reader is why I am for want of a better word, depressed. You see I half fancied myself as a writer. A writer in need of more practice to be sure, but a writer nonetheless.
But Edgar Rowan has proven to my satisfaction that I am not.
I think that I shall fire up British Seapower on my juke box (we wouldn't want to wake the house at this time of night, would we?) and see if any of it rubs off on me...
Ah, me.
To bed.
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Date: 2004-05-14 07:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-15 03:07 pm (UTC)The sharpness of the initial pain will pass. Remember, there are many writers at different levels. Hone your craft, and you will improve.