It hasn’t taken me 15 minutes of my life, or of my time to read this update of yours. And it wasn’t ‘lost time’ at all. In fact I think it was helpful and that it taught me a lesson. So, it must be useful right? It taught me that even great virtuose writers have their moments of ‘down and low’ and that you’re human after all.
Believe me, it’s good to know. Really good to know. Please don’t break the line, that tiny little thread that makes us look into your soul and know you as a person.
*hugs*
And in case Pi wasn’t proud of you, I am. *winks*

Finished the story yesterday.
Finished it again last night.
Then emailed it off.

I’m sure I’ll see it again, for final edits. But that is done!

And on to the next writing project.

Megan

Many’s the time I’ve thought to myself, “Well, I’ve decided that I don’t like the Internet. I think I’ll hit the edit button and erase it all.

Maybe I’ll get rid of Freeways at the same time. I don’t like driving on freeways. Nothing to look at but concrete walls for the most part.”

So, if you wake up one morning and discover that both the Internet and the US freeway system has been edited out of existence, you’ll know who to blame.

Megan

Yes, we need the breaks, but I still get so mad at myself when I not only take one, but turn it into The Break That Lasted All Afternoon.

Today, also, I did not finish the story. I worked on it in my mind while I helped my #1 son move furniture and reassemble it in his new home. Then I played with his cat. And did . . . whatever else it was I did, which I can’t even remember, but it was emphatically not ‘finishing that story.’

So, that is a live and accurate demonstration that even without the Internet, I excel at avoiding doing my work!

And as a result, I’m mad at myself. Which should, of course, prompt me to go finish the story.

But what am I doing . . .. ?

But to answer your question (why did I waste 15 minutes reading this) it’s simply because I haven’t yet come across any text by you (whether it’s a huge book, or a short story, or a tiny remark in the newsgroup) that wasn’t insightful or funny or touching or otherwise enjoyable. I’m sorry if you meant to write a good example of a boring and irrelevant livejournal entry – you have to try a bit harder.

Anyway. I don’t mean to come off as defensive. I just … I used to wish I was a smoker, ’cause smokers had the social, get-stuff-off-your-chest breaks with each other. But then I found blogs, and yapping into the void, and while I don’t post as often as I like — I seem to have misplaced my knack for being a chronic chronicler — I still like this world as a strange sort of social smokebreak. I don’t think, though, that posting to it makes me a “real writer,” but hell, I waste my 15 minutes on worse things all the time. Including things that are part of work. It’s funny how that happens.

Funny you should mention that! I just finished cleaning the cat box, completed a story this morning, and luckily my bathroom lacks windows to collect toothpaste! This left me with plenty of time to get a good laugh and a sentimental nod reading your LJ post.