Why I will never be a published writer, condensed:

[azaya]

This is a summary of what I've been doing instead of what I should be doing (namely, writing).



1. Opened WordPerfect. Selected The Story from list of possible documents. Opened GoS.

2. Typed three paragraphs in story. Patted self on back. Got Coke from garage.

3. Sat down. Opened Coke. Wrote two more sentences. Started to think of playing Sims as reward for tremendous productivity. Refreshed GoS.

4. Further thought "Why not sim the (three) pages of writing? Then I can play Sims and still be writing! Sort of!" Congratulated self on ingenuity. Refreshed GoS.

5. Opened Sims. Spent hour making set. Got fresh Coke from garage.

6. Realized did not have crucial props-- namely, box of Thin Mints and box of Tagalongs. Assured self this was no catastrophe, as aikea_guinea's cereal boxes would be a suitable mesh.

7. Googled Thin Mints. Found acceptable images. Googled Tagalongs. Searched for fifteen minutes and eventually found acceptable images. Decided was sick of Coke, would get Sprite next time. Refreshed GoS.

8. Opened SimPE. Fed cats. Returned to computer and forgot why SimPE was open. Closed SimPE. Realized why it was open, called self stupid.

9. Opened SimPE. SimPE froze. Cursed at SimPE. Refreshed GoS.

10. Rebooted SimPE. SimPE froze again. Cursed more. Refreshed GoS.

11. Decided would take pictures anyway. Booted up Sims. Refreshed GoS.

12. Attempted to load set. Sims crashed. More cursing.

13. Realized had left sim posed on Magisplay tray, which randomly causes game to crash. Cursing. Debated whether to move sims out, destroying set, or try again. Refreshed GoS.

14. Tried again. Same results. Out of curse words.

15. Rebooted game. Moved sims out. Moved them back in. Game crashed on loading for no reason whatsoever. Admitted to self that no picture-taking would take place. Called it a day. Went to get Sprite, forgot previous resolution, and got Coke. Refreshed GoS.



Seeing as this is the general order of events, it will take me sixty years to complete a novel. By which point I will be eighty, senile, and no longer interested in writing. This is a troubling development.

Comments

[rikethink.livejournal.com]

Ha-ha.

[chadam-lives.livejournal.com]

Try writing a novel, waiting four years and suddenly deciding on a complete and utter turn around on the plot, subplots and characters.

I mightn't be eighty when I finish it, but I surely will be at least thirty before it's anywhere near good enough to publish D:

[sixtylilies.livejournal.com]

But, see, that's exactly what happened xD My best friend/co-writer and I decided that we had to redo from start because we came up with the clunker in sixth grade and no longer think, for instance, that two of the characters being the same person is FUCKING SWEET. Unfortunately, since she's in Singapore and doesn't do much actual writing (just brainstorming and role playing), it falls to me to write the damn thing, and I haven't a clue how to get the beginning going. It's one of those things where I have an awesome idea (as such) and if I could just get from point A to point B I'd be set. But point A refuses to move out of the doorway and let me start walking.

Yay for bad imagery.

[lingeringviolet.livejournal.com]

I see our days share many of the same elements, except that I would add bickering with cranky husband over stupid, unnecessary shit and giving regular attention to two very spoiled kitties.

[sixtylilies.livejournal.com]

You're right! I left out all the sneak attacks from the cats. *headdesk* When I was still engaged to my fiance, we hardly ever bickered, though, mostly because we were both so involved in whatever computery things we were doing. Of course, that was mostly because we often forgot to, you know, talk. At all. xD

[lingeringviolet.livejournal.com]

Same here. We each have our separate computer areas and everything and we totally message each other on IRC. Yes, really we're that sad and nerdy. Oh and as for Girl Scout cookies, Samoas FTW!

[sixtylilies.livejournal.com]

I was never big on Samoas, but then, coconut isn't my thing. On the other hand, I can eat a whole box of Tagalongs in less than an hour. Come on, there's only fifteen in the box!