It's Rex Manning Day!
Mar. 25th, 2010 08:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosBOYS! \o/
... ahem.
So, yeah, I need to think about something else, because all I've thought about the past few days is the health care bill and how every argument against it, no matter how reasonable it tries to be (because there are reasonable arguments against the bill, God knows), inevitably leads to a point where it comes off sounding heartless and makes me weep a bit in frustration for humanity, and then there's things that are DEFINITELY not terrorism like Sarah Palin listing those who voted for it and putting gun targets over their names and people threatening politicians who voted for it and leaving coffins on their yards and I'm just waiting for the point where someone gets shot and the tea partiers say, "See? If you wouldn't have passed this legislation, we wouldn't have shot him, so it's YOUR fault!", at which point I will start throwing up and not stop until July.
... ahem again.
And, okay, so yesterday I finished editing chapter one of the revised version of Heroine Addiction, and I was going to work on the next chapter last night, except then I got distracted by AI being a pile of suck, and I'm starting to get really really REALLY pissed at myself because I keep getting up early and coming home from work with plenty of time to write and yet I haven't gotten hardly anything written all month and I'm kinda disgusted with myself and the dribble of output I call a word count so far this year, and the only thing I'm remotely pleased with is that I've been successfully brainstorming new ideas the past few days, which would even nicer if I still didn't have to finish The Hollow Girl and This Way To The Egress and Cherry Bomb and Nearly Departed and Blood Red Carpet and Gilded and it really really REALLY pisses me off that I have that many novels started and not finished and there's a tantrum-throwing four-year-old in my head that wants to scream "I'LL NEVER GET PUBLISHED BECAUSE I'M A LAZY GIT!", take my ball, and go the fuck home.
... ahem again.
Um, ask me stuff? Or show me pretties? Or remind me that humanity's not a festering selfish greedy writhing cess pool?
... ahem.
So, yeah, I need to think about something else, because all I've thought about the past few days is the health care bill and how every argument against it, no matter how reasonable it tries to be (because there are reasonable arguments against the bill, God knows), inevitably leads to a point where it comes off sounding heartless and makes me weep a bit in frustration for humanity, and then there's things that are DEFINITELY not terrorism like Sarah Palin listing those who voted for it and putting gun targets over their names and people threatening politicians who voted for it and leaving coffins on their yards and I'm just waiting for the point where someone gets shot and the tea partiers say, "See? If you wouldn't have passed this legislation, we wouldn't have shot him, so it's YOUR fault!", at which point I will start throwing up and not stop until July.
... ahem again.
And, okay, so yesterday I finished editing chapter one of the revised version of Heroine Addiction, and I was going to work on the next chapter last night, except then I got distracted by AI being a pile of suck, and I'm starting to get really really REALLY pissed at myself because I keep getting up early and coming home from work with plenty of time to write and yet I haven't gotten hardly anything written all month and I'm kinda disgusted with myself and the dribble of output I call a word count so far this year, and the only thing I'm remotely pleased with is that I've been successfully brainstorming new ideas the past few days, which would even nicer if I still didn't have to finish The Hollow Girl and This Way To The Egress and Cherry Bomb and Nearly Departed and Blood Red Carpet and Gilded and it really really REALLY pisses me off that I have that many novels started and not finished and there's a tantrum-throwing four-year-old in my head that wants to scream "I'LL NEVER GET PUBLISHED BECAUSE I'M A LAZY GIT!", take my ball, and go the fuck home.
... ahem again.
Um, ask me stuff? Or show me pretties? Or remind me that humanity's not a festering selfish greedy writhing cess pool?
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Date: 2010-03-25 07:57 pm (UTC)Hell, it makes -me- happy.