Posts Tagged ‘The Life Of A Writer’

Maybe Make It A Month To Be On The Safe Side

October 12, 2020

Last week somebody essentially asked me if I was still writing, and it’s a fair question because I’m certainly not publishing anything right now. The answer, in short, is yes and no. I’ve never stopped drafting out various projects, but it was literally only last week that I worked out with L. (in theory) time for me to do some actual writing work. To keeps myself honest (and amused), what follows is an actual quote from me elaborating on my answer in that private message:

“Yeah, to paraphrase something I read a long time ago, this might be me lying to myself that I left a bottle of whiskey under the sink at home to get me out of the snow before I freeze to death, but just like the old drunk in the snow in the story, right now, I’ll take it. Ask me again in a couple of weeks if I’ve actually finished something.”

And This Is Part Of Being In MY Family

April 23, 2020

Me:  *having trouble focusing my thoughts at my desk*

L’s Mother:  *comes in to my office to vent about her day*

(This is not a problem; this is just part of being a family.)

Me:  *starts to say something to L’s Mother*

L:  *comes in to my office and starts trying to talk over me to tell his mom something*

(This is a problem, albeit a minor one, but this is also just part of being a family.)

Me:  *decides to leave the office so they can talk and maybe I can find some peace to focus*

L’s Mother:  *follows me down the hallway while listening to L.*

L: *follows his mother while chatting away*

Me:  Well . . . at least I have something to write about now.

A Confession

April 6, 2020

Look, I don’t have anything good to say today (I’ve got plenty of “not good” things I could say, but I’m just not in the mood.), and my son is waiting for me to be free to play with him, so I’m going to do that instead of sit here any longer.

So I’m Doubling His Salary And Taking The Rest Of The Day Off So I Don’t Fire Him

April 3, 2020

While I’ve been trying to come up with something to write here today, my editor (i.e., my son) has pointed out not one, but two errors I made in previous posts.

So I Guess What I Said Remains Technically True For Today

March 5, 2020

Last night I was asked where I get my ideas, and I replied they come from any number of sources.

Today I am reminded that zero can be included in the category of “any number.”

I’m Really Going To Miss Their Work Though

October 16, 2019

Regardless, the particular reason my mood was pensive on Monday was because on Monday I found out someone whose work I used to follow had suffered the latest in a series of personal tragedies.   (Details were kept deliberately vague, but I managed to find out enough to conclude the announcement was genuine.)  I wasn’t close to this person (I hadn’t even followed their work in over a year, nor did I know of any of the hardships that had led up to the latest event), and I only found out about the situation indirectly.

Understandably so, this person’s work had been suffering for quite a while now due to said series of hardships, and there had also been some instances of them lashing out at their fan base after being criticized or called out (rightly or wrongly so) over something.  Stress can do that to a person, but apparently all of this culminated in them not only announcing they were no longer going to be producing any further work, but them pulling their entire body of previously published work out of public circulation.

I’m not going to lie.  This seems . . .  extreme to me, and I can certainly understand the feelings behind the criticism from their fan base this action has generated.  I’d like to think that I’d never do such a thing, but I can imagine hypothetical scenarios (however far-fetched) where I’d at least consider it, so . . .

I’m just going to go with compassion on this one, and wish them luck and hope that things someday get better for them.

I Think More People Should Invoke This Right

July 10, 2019

As a reader/audience member, I always reserve the right to say “And that right there is where the story ends as far as I’m concerned.”

Because What WAS Clear Was That The Book She Was Holding Hadn’t Been Written By Me

March 8, 2019

“This is my second favorite book in the whole world,” Lala told me the other day as she thumbed through a book off her bookshelf.

“I’m just going to leave now while there’s still some ambiguity,” I replied with a chuckle.

I Know That. I’m The One Not Writing, You Know

February 28, 2019

You know you’re having trouble putting your thoughts into words when WordPress starts harassing you because “You haven’t written anything yet!”.

You May Have A Future As An Editor, Son

February 22, 2019

It takes a special kind of gall to argue with me all morning, then still have the nerve to point out one of my formatting mistakes to me in the afternoon.