So, ya. About that.
Have been putting off things and stuff. Procrastination is one of my life’s passions, which is kind of torturous, because at the same time, I have no patience.
Anyway, The whole working for myself thing is going well, but I’m still having trouble with the whole writing for myself thing. I promised myself I would do five hundred words a day. This isn’t a lot, unless you have a very loud and obnoxious inner critic that loudly declares your inferiority whenever you sit down at the keyboard.
The result is that I have about five or six short stories that just amount to false starts. And sure, the inner critic may be right; I may suck, and I may smell like kitty vomit (yes, the inner critic is somewhat unprofessional in her word choices), but still, I’d like to finish something.
So, right now the key for me is just to get stuff down on paper, whether it’s crap or not, just as long as it’s not loitering in my head, skateboarding and smoking pot like the delinquent prepubescent down at the mini mall.
I’ll be doing some Free Write exercises (Minimal editing, off-the-top-of-my-head kind of stuff) and posting them here for masochistic reasons and because the nice man who married me keeps insisting I do so, and I’ve mostly run out of excuses as to why I can’t.
So, um, my inner critic apologizes in advance. There’s a good chance that what you read from here on in might reek of dry camel spit.