![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Seriously, though?
Mar. 1st, 2009 09:45 pmSometimes, I really wish that I could say, "Just because you're a published author does not make certain things okay or, yanno, cute. What's gross for the rest of us to do is just as gross for you." There's a reason there's a T in TMI, and no matter how many people read your LJ you can't make that T go away.
At least, for the love of sweet zombie Jesus, cut tag that kind of stuff.
It will be a long time until I venture forth to that blog again, if ever. I just don't feel like risking a full gastrointestinal rebellion just to watch someone act like they're that interesting or that witty. Newsflash: nobody's interesting or witty enough to justify that amount of TMI.
In other, less snarky news, I had to turn down an invitation to a writing workshop in May. I hated to do it, but I couldn't justify the expenditure or time when I'm unemployed and my full focus needs to be on finding employment and holding onto it with both hands and my teeth and some superglue and possibly a hand clamp if I can come by one.
I would've loved to go and I was flattered to be asked, because I was asked by one of the readers for the Tower!Guy novel, so doubly flattered. And I've never been to Michigan.
But I just couldn't justify the money. Especially when my fiancee looked longingly at a hardback book he wanted today when we were in Borders (just to get the new Futurama DVD, FYI) and put it back on the shelf without even considering it, because we can't even justify buying new hardback books anymore.
You know that scene in the Disney version of Robin Hood where everyone is broke and poor because the prince took all their money as taxes and it's raining and half of them are in jail and Allan-a-Dale is singing "Not In Nottingham".
I feel like the entire world iskind of just like that right now. I'm actually one of the really lucky ones, but I look around see people who make Mother Rabbit and her brood look like the picture of good fortune in comparison.
I try to keep that in mind. And even if I can't go to that workshop, I can always do what writers through the ages (who also didn't go to workshops) did. Just keep writing and doing my best and trying until something works.
Not as fun, but if life was always fun, we'd either never die or die too quickly. Not sure which.
At least, for the love of sweet zombie Jesus, cut tag that kind of stuff.
It will be a long time until I venture forth to that blog again, if ever. I just don't feel like risking a full gastrointestinal rebellion just to watch someone act like they're that interesting or that witty. Newsflash: nobody's interesting or witty enough to justify that amount of TMI.
In other, less snarky news, I had to turn down an invitation to a writing workshop in May. I hated to do it, but I couldn't justify the expenditure or time when I'm unemployed and my full focus needs to be on finding employment and holding onto it with both hands and my teeth and some superglue and possibly a hand clamp if I can come by one.
I would've loved to go and I was flattered to be asked, because I was asked by one of the readers for the Tower!Guy novel, so doubly flattered. And I've never been to Michigan.
But I just couldn't justify the money. Especially when my fiancee looked longingly at a hardback book he wanted today when we were in Borders (just to get the new Futurama DVD, FYI) and put it back on the shelf without even considering it, because we can't even justify buying new hardback books anymore.
You know that scene in the Disney version of Robin Hood where everyone is broke and poor because the prince took all their money as taxes and it's raining and half of them are in jail and Allan-a-Dale is singing "Not In Nottingham".
I feel like the entire world is
I try to keep that in mind. And even if I can't go to that workshop, I can always do what writers through the ages (who also didn't go to workshops) did. Just keep writing and doing my best and trying until something works.
Not as fun, but if life was always fun, we'd either never die or die too quickly. Not sure which.
