Work

[Recidiva]

Okay. I did it. Wrote my first story that was work. Usually they just happen, this one I had to work on.

Stop and think. Consider and delete. Go the wrong way and redirect. Work. Three days of this for something that usually just flows.

I have officially suffered for art.

Praise me.

Or not. It's just a thing I tried. We'll see how work stacks up against inspiration.

 

[3113]

I have officially suffered for art.

Please. You haven't suffered for your art unless you write your opus in a drafty, unheated, rat-infested loft (preferably a Paris or New York loft) in the dead of winter with no food in the pantry, the landlord pounding on the door, and a sick girlfriend wasting away in the bedroom. If you haven't got a girlfriend, it's allowable for you, yourself to be sick, but you have to cough up blood on the parchment or it doesn't really count.

Didn't you see Rent?

 

[carsonshepherd]

Okay. I did it. Wrote my first story that was work. Usually they just happen, this one I had to work on.

Stop and think. Consider and delete. Go the wrong way and redirect. Work. Three days of this for something that usually just flows.

I have officially suffered for art.

Praise me.

Or not. It's just a thing I tried. We'll see how work stacks up against inspiration.

Your FIRST story that was work. How.... lucky you are.

 

[Recidiva]

Please. You haven't suffered for your art unless you write in a drafty, unheated loft (preferably a Paris or New York loft) in the dead of winter with no food in the refrigerator and a sick girlfriend. If you haven't got a girlfriend, it's allowable for you, yourself to be sick, but you have to cough up blood on the parchment or it doesn't really count.

Didn't you see Rent?

I need a sarcasm font, huh?

Now I begin the compulsive refreshing. "Is it approved yet?" "No."

Repeat.

 

[MissBri]

 

[Recidiva]

Only one of mine so far has ever poured out all at once without tweaking and sweating over it.

hehehe. I thought Abs and Stella would get a kick out of throwing rocks at me.

*paints large bullseyes on her nipples*

 

[Guest]

I need a sarcasm font, huh?

Now I begin the compulsive refreshing. "Is it approved yet?" "No."

Repeat.

Don't forget Lather and Rinse.

 

[Recidiva]

Don't forget Lather and Rinse.

Damn, I left that out!

Unsubmit! UNSUBMIT!

 

[Guest]

Damn, I left that out!

Unsubmit! UNSUBMIT!

Ah, but submitting can be fun.

 

[Recidiva]

Ah, but submitting can be fun.

Well, definitely. And making people do it in fiction, which can be gravity-defying, is fun.

I really suffer when I write. Really really. Gosh, no fun at all. None.

 

[MissBri]

 

[Recidiva]

*wonders what to fly at the bullseyes*

Well, I had to do or say something to keep me at my monitor.

I mean, otherwise I'd have to do the chores I avoided.

 

[MissBri]

 

[Recidiva]

Damn you, sis. (Yes, I've been thinking of you like a big sister, though Jammies claimed the title first.) What do I have to do? Oooooh.... dunno if it'll keep ya here, but I wanna hear the Buffy CD!

Yaaaay! I swear, I'm going to sweep and fold my laundry unless someone talks me down. I already did the dishes and kitty litter...oh noes!

 

[MissBri]

 

[Recidiva]

I have Buffiness, which makes me wanna keep you too... but if you must deal with laundry, I understand.

At least ya got the icky job out of the way already.

You are sweetness incarnate, as always.

We're probably going to have a hurricane here tomorrow, too, so I'm battening down the hatches.

Which means sweeping the floor and cherishing electricity. Kids won't have school so they're still hopping around and Chris is thrilled at being able to watch cartoons late.

 

[MissBri]

 

[Recidiva]

Pfffft. Are you sure you weren't on drugs when we hung out?

Oh no - I hope that, if the storm sweeps by you, its effect is minimal. Be safe, ok? *hugs* for all of you.

I'm sure he is - your li'l boy is the most precious kidlet I've ever met!

We got him a telescope. Except it just came in the mail and it's too damned stormy to see anything. But he asks every ten minutes. Can we look yet? Can we look yet? Now?

Dark. Rainy. Sounds like a good time to use the telescope!

Thank you for the good wishes. Hurricane season does make me a tad nervous.

I was not on drugs. I was on Barbacoa!

 

[MissBri]

 

[Recidiva]

Bwahaha - makes me think of Bart Simpson and the spy camera.

You're always welcome, sweetie - you'll be in my thoughts.

I love brains!

Yaaaay! I feel much better. Might be able to sleep. Jett thoughts!

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

Okay. I did it. Wrote my first story that was work. Usually they just happen, this one I had to work on.

Stop and think. Consider and delete. Go the wrong way and redirect. Work. Three days of this for something that usually just flows.

I have officially suffered for art.

Praise me.

Or not. It's just a thing I tried. We'll see how work stacks up against inspiration.

I bow down to the art sufferer. Wanna take a look at my work and see if you can help me tune it up?

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

Please. You haven't suffered for your art unless you write your opus in a drafty, unheated, rat-infested loft (preferably a Paris or New York loft) in the dead of winter with no food in the pantry, the landlord pounding on the door, and a sick girlfriend wasting away in the bedroom. If you haven't got a girlfriend, it's allowable for you, yourself to be sick, but you have to cough up blood on the parchment or it doesn't really count.

Didn't you see Rent?

oh you are so blaspheming my bible.

 

[MissBri]

 

[Recidiva]

I bow down to the art sufferer. Wanna take a look at my work and see if you can help me tune it up?

Sure! Any time

 

[Recidiva]

oh you are so blaspheming my bible.

I hated Rent...*runs*