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NaNoWriMo: Day 12 of 30
Nov. 12th, 2007 04:15 pmRight, I wasn't going to bore you with regular NaNo updates, but today I can't resist, because, not only:
!!!11!!
But also: as those of you unlucky enough to be on my whinging filters might be aware, for most of the past three years (i.e. since I burnt myself out doing a PhD and two novels) I have been suffering from SWS or "Shit Writing Syndrome", chief symptoms of which seem to be: reduced attention span, bad temper, alienation from self and/or product of one's labour, and, most of all, SHIT WRITING.
Producing SHIT WRITING is a misery, because you can't respect either it or yourself, and it just makes you feel rubbish to keep slogging and slogging and to be aware all the time as you're hacking away at whatever paltry reserves of thought and emotion remain available to you that the end result of all your efforts is BAD.
But today, for the first time in what feels like ages, that special magic returned, and my whole body became part of the process, and I remembered once again why it is that I love to write. And this whole feeling might not last past this afternoon, and tomorrow I might be reverting back to learned shittiness, so let us enjoy this moment while it lasts.
But also: as those of you unlucky enough to be on my whinging filters might be aware, for most of the past three years (i.e. since I burnt myself out doing a PhD and two novels) I have been suffering from SWS or "Shit Writing Syndrome", chief symptoms of which seem to be: reduced attention span, bad temper, alienation from self and/or product of one's labour, and, most of all, SHIT WRITING.
Producing SHIT WRITING is a misery, because you can't respect either it or yourself, and it just makes you feel rubbish to keep slogging and slogging and to be aware all the time as you're hacking away at whatever paltry reserves of thought and emotion remain available to you that the end result of all your efforts is BAD.
But today, for the first time in what feels like ages, that special magic returned, and my whole body became part of the process, and I remembered once again why it is that I love to write. And this whole feeling might not last past this afternoon, and tomorrow I might be reverting back to learned shittiness, so let us enjoy this moment while it lasts.
