That 33% who said they’re finished are lying. I have two short stories in progress, a train layout I’m building from scratch, a couple of programming projects I may need to do, a book I just finished (writing, not yet published) with a group (even more painful than doing it all by yourself), and my wife and I, and our two cats, are moving next week. Nothing ever gets finished.
That’s my disposition as well. Group writing a book sounds fun to me only if it’s non-fiction. If not, we get Naked Came The Manatee, which is its own special kind of weirdness.
When I am serious about writing something, I listen to Green Carnation's Light of Day, Day of Darkness, a single song that is over an hour in length. The man who wrote it did so to deal with his daughter's death. In years past, the track would help me focus. Following the death of my brother two years ago and my cat's death a year later, the song's lyrics make me weep and my writing becomes maudlin. "Nice brownie recipe," people say, "but I think I can leave out the walnuts without experiencing the 'death of all hope'."
Now I want to write moody and atmospheric recipes. The Edgar Allen Poe cookbook, or something. “Easy Coconut Pasta Raven” could be a delightful dinner for one.
I walked into a big box grocery store and I was swarmed by employees asking how they could help and was I having a good day. I immediately thought something was wrong with me - food on face - bird poop on head - toilet paper train. Then I saw the ceo who’s in all the ads and it all made sense. I felt a lot better about myself and I certainly didn’t care about him😁😂
I've started more craft and sewing projects more than I can count. At present I have a half afghan that I found the other day. I don't remember who it might have been for. But I need a present for someone so I'm going to try and finish it. Maybe 😛🤔
My decade long garden is currently being started, finally. Buying all the supplies ensures my family is invested (as in it gets done or I possibly get locked out of the house *coughs*).
I'm a mass murderer of attempted flower gardens, but I worked in my parents' vegetable garden, so producing something to eat may be more motivational. I hope.
I’m still in the “buying and eating mental health cakes” stage. I especially liked the store card strip especially the customer who wrote the dystopian novel. Gave me a chuckle.
I really enjoy the comic above where the manager is telling the supervisor to have employees work smarter, not harder, and she confirms they are by outsmarting the smart. 😅
That 33% who said they’re finished are lying. I have two short stories in progress, a train layout I’m building from scratch, a couple of programming projects I may need to do, a book I just finished (writing, not yet published) with a group (even more painful than doing it all by yourself), and my wife and I, and our two cats, are moving next week. Nothing ever gets finished.
That’s my disposition as well. Group writing a book sounds fun to me only if it’s non-fiction. If not, we get Naked Came The Manatee, which is its own special kind of weirdness.
Art, in any form, is never finished so long as the artist maintains possession.
When I am serious about writing something, I listen to Green Carnation's Light of Day, Day of Darkness, a single song that is over an hour in length. The man who wrote it did so to deal with his daughter's death. In years past, the track would help me focus. Following the death of my brother two years ago and my cat's death a year later, the song's lyrics make me weep and my writing becomes maudlin. "Nice brownie recipe," people say, "but I think I can leave out the walnuts without experiencing the 'death of all hope'."
Now I want to write moody and atmospheric recipes. The Edgar Allen Poe cookbook, or something. “Easy Coconut Pasta Raven” could be a delightful dinner for one.
I walked into a big box grocery store and I was swarmed by employees asking how they could help and was I having a good day. I immediately thought something was wrong with me - food on face - bird poop on head - toilet paper train. Then I saw the ceo who’s in all the ads and it all made sense. I felt a lot better about myself and I certainly didn’t care about him😁😂
You can literally ask an employee anything under those conditions and you will have their full attention.
Please please please revisit the cat food smoothie concept. It’s too good and too disgusting for a one-off
I've started more craft and sewing projects more than I can count. At present I have a half afghan that I found the other day. I don't remember who it might have been for. But I need a present for someone so I'm going to try and finish it. Maybe 😛🤔
Sewing is one of those skills that make the rest of us, the unsewn if you will, gawk in admiration.
Mmmm .... cake ....
It worked. Not sure why you don't think it did. Everyone who has been that clerk felt it.
Yay!
My decade long garden is currently being started, finally. Buying all the supplies ensures my family is invested (as in it gets done or I possibly get locked out of the house *coughs*).
I’m wanted for manslaughter in the plant world for the death of several plants.
I'm a mass murderer of attempted flower gardens, but I worked in my parents' vegetable garden, so producing something to eat may be more motivational. I hope.
I’m still in the “buying and eating mental health cakes” stage. I especially liked the store card strip especially the customer who wrote the dystopian novel. Gave me a chuckle.
I really enjoy the comic above where the manager is telling the supervisor to have employees work smarter, not harder, and she confirms they are by outsmarting the smart. 😅
We need to deconstruct more rhyming bits of alleged wisdoms.
Before Nano... went sour, I had a lot of started to start.