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Dr. Bob is Robert Hsiung, MD,
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Posted by trouble on March 6, 2002, at 21:30:50
Say I'm right about everything. My trajectory. I know exactly how I got from there to here.
What's the next step?
Please don't give me DBT I tried that already and it didn't wash.
My pdoc throws me a rope and I say get that thing out of my face, things are just fine here on the Titanic. Ok, maybe not fine but this is my Home, show some respect.My parents refused to take care of me when I needed them to and it's too late for your hot cocoa and medication to undo the damage. The word for that is hubris. You think you're different from my mom and my dad, you have no idea that you're picking up exactly where they left off. And just like them you charge me staggering fees for every minute of it.
You don't mean to call me names.
Neither did they.
Anti-social tendencies, histrionic personality disorder, masochistic, shizoaffective, depressive paranoid type w/ psychotic features, these labels that have been slapped on me are so contradictory if I was a suitcase I'd be lost in the cosmos forever, shuffled from one hangar to the next, just another forgotten child nobody is looking for. We're out there, bub.You're not about to let me guilt-trip you for doing your duty. It's your job to call them as you see them. I should pay no mind, they're only insults, whining about them will only impede my progress.
You took my trauma away from me. You stole my past and replaced it with a box full of stigma. It's only stigma you said, don't exaggerate its importance. We don't talk about such things in this courthouse. Plus you're sorry. I must forgive you.You robbed me of my reasons for being. That's as literal as it gets. There are reasons I am choking on my own chaos, and they do not fall under the rubric of ADHD. Why did you take my history from me, my context, my framework, and replace it w/ degradation? I'm getting a little grandiose about this. I DO give a damn about my reputation and I am disgraced by these diagnostic labels, which hold up around the water cooler no less than they do in a court of law.
White male supremacist defender of corporal punishment head of the patriarchal household bastard and that is law number one: nothing leaves this house. Nothing we do to you matters, it didn't matter then and it doesn't matter now. Pain makes you strong little girl. Keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you. We are truly fucking sorry but Freud is dead.
Unresolved childhood trauma is a thing of the past.
Childhood trauma is a thing of the past.You are not what's hurting me. I'm what's hurting me. Something within myself is the be-all and end all of my pathology. It has a name. It's written down. You're sorry, but it's for insurance purposes. You never say this. I'm supposed to figure it out, your sympathy, I'm supposed to read your mind, and that's a double bind you call pathological too.
What else?
I'm supposed to know your apology is a perfunctory one, and won't stand up under scrutiny. Naming it will only place an awkward burden on our therapeutic alliance. It's not your fault you have to label me, it wasn't her fault she had to shove my head down the toilet.This is the thanks you get for correcting her mistakes.
trouble
Posted by Lou Pilder on March 6, 2002, at 21:42:35
In reply to Don't try to tell me you're not one of them, posted by trouble on March 6, 2002, at 21:30:50
Trouble;
I have just read one ofthe most beautiful syliloquis in my life just now. Please identify the people and if they are who I am thinking of, then this is a work of art.
Lou
Posted by trouble on March 6, 2002, at 22:28:59
In reply to Re: Don't try to tell me you're not one of them » trouble, posted by Lou Pilder on March 6, 2002, at 21:42:35
Oh Lou, dearthing, they're your own well-meaning but unclear on the concept people too much in charge of you, whoever they are.
For me, it's my own personal pdocs I've seen over the years, including my current one who I am fond of, but that don't want to feed my hang-ups regarding stigma, and how that attitude calls to mind the folks back home.anyways, thanks for the compliment,
trouble
Posted by ST on March 7, 2002, at 1:36:05
In reply to Re: Don't try to tell me you're not one of them, posted by trouble on March 6, 2002, at 22:28:59
nm
Posted by JohnX2 on March 7, 2002, at 3:42:08
In reply to Don't try to tell me you're not one of them, posted by trouble on March 6, 2002, at 21:30:50
hi trouble,I want to open my mind to new things beyond
my field of vision.When you sit down and compose a piece art like this
which I could never fathom writing, how would
you describe the thought process involved?
Do the thoughts just click in your head?I try to understand this because I had a buddy
in college who was a history major who could take
a crummy paper I wrote and return it to me in a
form that more or less conveyed the same point with
so much more...elegance. This same person who was so
terribly brilliant in my mind could not do a simple
algebra equation in a statistics class I tutored him
on.Why is it that some people get it and some people
don't (in their own ways)? Sorry I can't put it more elegantly,
maybe I can punch out some cool math equations to
express this and form some new art.-John
> Say I'm right about everything. My trajectory. I know exactly how I got from there to here.
> What's the next step?
> Please don't give me DBT I tried that already and it didn't wash.
> My pdoc throws me a rope and I say get that thing out of my face, things are just fine here on the Titanic. Ok, maybe not fine but this is my Home, show some respect.
>
> My parents refused to take care of me when I needed them to and it's too late for your hot cocoa and medication to undo the damage. The word for that is hubris. You think you're different from my mom and my dad, you have no idea that you're picking up exactly where they left off. And just like them you charge me staggering fees for every minute of it.
>
> You don't mean to call me names.
> Neither did they.
> Anti-social tendencies, histrionic personality disorder, masochistic, shizoaffective, depressive paranoid type w/ psychotic features, these labels that have been slapped on me are so contradictory if I was a suitcase I'd be lost in the cosmos forever, shuffled from one hangar to the next, just another forgotten child nobody is looking for. We're out there, bub.
>
> You're not about to let me guilt-trip you for doing your duty. It's your job to call them as you see them. I should pay no mind, they're only insults, whining about them will only impede my progress.
>
> You took my trauma away from me. You stole my past and replaced it with a box full of stigma. It's only stigma you said, don't exaggerate its importance. We don't talk about such things in this courthouse. Plus you're sorry. I must forgive you.
>
> You robbed me of my reasons for being. That's as literal as it gets. There are reasons I am choking on my own chaos, and they do not fall under the rubric of ADHD. Why did you take my history from me, my context, my framework, and replace it w/ degradation? I'm getting a little grandiose about this. I DO give a damn about my reputation and I am disgraced by these diagnostic labels, which hold up around the water cooler no less than they do in a court of law.
>
> White male supremacist defender of corporal punishment head of the patriarchal household bastard and that is law number one: nothing leaves this house. Nothing we do to you matters, it didn't matter then and it doesn't matter now. Pain makes you strong little girl. Keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you. We are truly fucking sorry but Freud is dead.
>
> Unresolved childhood trauma is a thing of the past.
> Childhood trauma is a thing of the past.
>
> You are not what's hurting me. I'm what's hurting me. Something within myself is the be-all and end all of my pathology. It has a name. It's written down. You're sorry, but it's for insurance purposes. You never say this. I'm supposed to figure it out, your sympathy, I'm supposed to read your mind, and that's a double bind you call pathological too.
>
> What else?
> I'm supposed to know your apology is a perfunctory one, and won't stand up under scrutiny. Naming it will only place an awkward burden on our therapeutic alliance. It's not your fault you have to label me, it wasn't her fault she had to shove my head down the toilet.
>
> This is the thanks you get for correcting her mistakes.
>
> trouble
Posted by trouble on March 7, 2002, at 13:46:16
In reply to Re: Don't try to tell me you're not one of them » trouble, posted by JohnX2 on March 7, 2002, at 3:42:08
>
> Hi John,
hi trouble,you know what? I took the same remedial math class 12 times in college before I finally passed it. I used up all my finanicial aide and still owe 30,000 in student loans. I dropped out of Jr. College when the money ran dry, and I never got passed remedial (10th) grade math. Am I a genius or what? I want desperately to go back to school, but college math is included in every degree plan and so are statistics in the psych plans and I just don't know if I'd be putting myself thru hell again for nothing.
So some people have math, some have words, and rarely the twain shall meet, at least that's what I've heard.
I've been considered slow all my life, by peers, bosses and educators, and the writing thing is like my secret weapon in the face of that degradation. Many people think it's okay to treat "slow" individuals w/ contempt, and I think I decided as a child to compensate by putting all my eggs into the self-expression basket. One day you'll see, I'll tell everyone how badly I've been treated, been misunderstood, and they'll feel sorry for me, you'll see, etcOne leading theory about artists has to do w/its compensatory origins and I agree w/ it in part. Artists are losers, they develop creatively to make up for their defects. Beethoven was deaf and so forth.
As for the creative process itself, it's inexplicable, I know I can have a writers block that lasts 2 years, when everything I type turns to melodramatic shit, and then there are times like this, when I couldn't type a wrong word if my life depended on it.
The way a piece comes about has alot to do w/ my job-I clean houses for a living, and you know that state called flow, when your movements are so repetetive and automatic that
your senses just activate your muscle movements and pass up the cerebral cortex? That's what happens when I clean, meanwhile my mind is sorting out ideas and sentences that seem to connect and lead to something, and eventually a theme emerges. This is usually when I start cleaning frantically so I can get out of there and come home and type, before I forget whatever it is I have to say. Once I start writing another kind of flow kicks in and I lose all track of time, one sentence causes a zillion re-writes and the next thing I know the ashtray is overflowing w/cigarettes and the sun's coming up. If I never publish a word in my life, I'll still be gratified that I have the capacity to check out of my surroundings this way, and go someplace that welcomes and redeems me. Redemption is what it's about, really, I have no right to be here and nothing to give the world, no, it's true. Writing is the only dream left.I keep waiting and hoping that one day soon a character will pop up inside me and I'll write a short story, but so far nothing. I know they're in there, I keep telling myself, and when my characters are ready they'll reveal themselves, maybe they'll bring me a double latte and plot synopsis, but, for now, all I have are these personal essays in me and I'm bored w/them.
If I can go on w/ this self-centered and lengthy reply I'll tell you about one of my deepest depressions, that got me into therapy again.
Two years ago I read a book by the teacher who taught my heroes how to write, Joyce Carol Oates and Raymond Carver among others. Every interview they mention this teacher, John Gardner, so I started reading his books. He says wonderful things about the nature of a writer that seem to describe me to a "T". He has also said that it doesn't matter what kind of day job you get, because everything makes you equally miserable when you can't write for a living. He was just a really cool and controversial guy, on the MTV animated sitcom DARIA there was a scene where Daria was sitting at the breakfast table reading one of his books called ON MORAL FICTION, which was sheer moralizing, which he later recanted, once he grew up a little bit. He died at 50 in a motorcycle accident, how cool is that?One of his books, called The Art Of Fiction is a stern and pitiless manual for would-be novelists, to help them decide if they should pursue creative writing or leave it to the talented and get a real job.
Well needless to say I fall in the latter category, I mean there were exercises at the end of the book, there were test questions like this:Describe a barn by a man who just found out he lost his son on the battlefield. Say nothing about his son.
Describe a sunset by a 56 your old woman who's husband of 30 years just traded her in for a trophy wife. Say nothing about her circumstances.Write a single spaced three page sentence w/out cheating, no commas or these things, sorry John I forget what they're called- ; 3 page sentence, and it better make sense.
He also said if you're not reading Tolstoy and Faulkner and Shakespeare on a regular basis you're not a writer. Bam bam throughout the book, I'm sure you can find some other equally noble way to earn a living but if you can't produce a story the way a pianist produces a concerto, that's a paddlin.
When I finished the book I walked around the city wondering if I had the courage and nobility to kill myself. This mood persisted for weeks til I started seeing my current psychologist, who had to sit listening to me read 3 chapters from
The Art of Fiction before I'd listen to a word he said.I wrote letters to all my friends and said please don't ever talk to me about writing again, as Christ said before me "It is finished." I got back letters saying try. Just try to stop. And remember, there are alot of writers in print way worse than you. They're right of course.
So at this point I'm just waiting to find out whether or not I have it in me, despite the admonitions of the good professor. I tell myself that since being w/ the PSB community I've "worked" more steadily than ever before in my life. Hey I come home every day and spend 4 hours at my keyboard, and that sounds to me like a working writer, but if I think too much about it this might sink in and I'll flee in fear.
Hope my mental doodlings addressed your curiosity. I mean it when I tell you I am in awe of people who can do math, b/c they see something in the problems, a resolution that is beyond my ken, and I can imagine the thrill that must come from that light-bulb moment, when a hideous math problem appears to solve itself.
There's more than one way to find intellectual beauty with a pencil and paper.
take care,
trouble> you describe the thought process involved?
> Do the thoughts just click in your head?
>
> I try to understand this because I had a buddy
> in college who was a history major who could take
> a crummy paper I wrote and return it to me in a
> form that more or less conveyed the same point with
> so much more...elegance. This same person who was so
> terribly brilliant in my mind could not do a simple
> algebra equation in a statistics class I tutored him
> on.
>
> Why is it that some people get it and some people
> don't (in their own ways)? Sorry I can't put it more elegantly,
> maybe I can punch out some cool math equations to
> express this and form some new art.
>
> -John
>
>
>
>
> > Say I'm right about everything. My trajectory. I know exactly how I got from there to here.
> > What's the next step?
> > Please don't give me DBT I tried that already and it didn't wash.
> > My pdoc throws me a rope and I say get that thing out of my face, things are just fine here on the Titanic. Ok, maybe not fine but this is my Home, show some respect.
> >
> > My parents refused to take care of me when I needed them to and it's too late for your hot cocoa and medication to undo the damage. The word for that is hubris. You think you're different from my mom and my dad, you have no idea that you're picking up exactly where they left off. And just like them you charge me staggering fees for every minute of it.
> >
> > You don't mean to call me names.
> > Neither did they.
> > Anti-social tendencies, histrionic personality disorder, masochistic, shizoaffective, depressive paranoid type w/ psychotic features, these labels that have been slapped on me are so contradictory if I was a suitcase I'd be lost in the cosmos forever, shuffled from one hangar to the next, just another forgotten child nobody is looking for. We're out there, bub.
> >
> > You're not about to let me guilt-trip you for doing your duty. It's your job to call them as you see them. I should pay no mind, they're only insults, whining about them will only impede my progress.
> >
> > You took my trauma away from me. You stole my past and replaced it with a box full of stigma. It's only stigma you said, don't exaggerate its importance. We don't talk about such things in this courthouse. Plus you're sorry. I must forgive you.
> >
> > You robbed me of my reasons for being. That's as literal as it gets. There are reasons I am choking on my own chaos, and they do not fall under the rubric of ADHD. Why did you take my history from me, my context, my framework, and replace it w/ degradation? I'm getting a little grandiose about this. I DO give a damn about my reputation and I am disgraced by these diagnostic labels, which hold up around the water cooler no less than they do in a court of law.
> >
> > White male supremacist defender of corporal punishment head of the patriarchal household bastard and that is law number one: nothing leaves this house. Nothing we do to you matters, it didn't matter then and it doesn't matter now. Pain makes you strong little girl. Keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you. We are truly fucking sorry but Freud is dead.
> >
> > Unresolved childhood trauma is a thing of the past.
> > Childhood trauma is a thing of the past.
> >
> > You are not what's hurting me. I'm what's hurting me. Something within myself is the be-all and end all of my pathology. It has a name. It's written down. You're sorry, but it's for insurance purposes. You never say this. I'm supposed to figure it out, your sympathy, I'm supposed to read your mind, and that's a double bind you call pathological too.
> >
> > What else?
> > I'm supposed to know your apology is a perfunctory one, and won't stand up under scrutiny. Naming it will only place an awkward burden on our therapeutic alliance. It's not your fault you have to label me, it wasn't her fault she had to shove my head down the toilet.
> >
> > This is the thanks you get for correcting her mistakes.
> >
> > trouble
Posted by IsoM on March 7, 2002, at 16:35:24
In reply to Beethoven was deaf and so forth, posted by trouble on March 7, 2002, at 13:46:16
Trouble, you need to ignore that writing book & write from your heart. Exercises in how to do whatever are exercises in futility. Some pompous ass decided his/her way is the right way & no others dare trod on their road. The world's full of books & people like that. I know you would never tell someone they had to do something your way only because it's worked for you & therefore works for everyone. People probably thought Beethoven couldn't continue to compose music after he went deaf & Milton or Helen Keller couldn't write.
Perhaps if you strive to be the same as other great writers, fine. But if you're looking to express your own individualitity & how life looks like from your perspective, write away. I believe we're a rather discerning group here who can tell the difference between heart-felt but mediocre work & what you write. I never flatter. I'd rather shut up than lie to someone in a positive way. If I say someone is good, I mean it. AND I hand out praise very meagerly.
Is Chinese cusine the best in the world, or is Indian, or German? Who decided that 50 years ago French was the haute cusine of the world? Some rich, pompous ass & his paramours, no doubt. Who decided Shakespeare, Faulkner, & Tolstoy are the standards to judge others against? Some boring, stuffy professors living vicariously through others' writings, probably.
I find it amazing that anyone would think of you as 'slow'!! I could see them thinking absent-minded, as all-over-the-place but no-place at the same time, as flighty & ungrounded (brilliant ADHD people often seem like this to the mundane), but never slow! When you're talking to others, does your speech come out choppy & hesitant sometimes as you search for the right words, & other times, in a rush so fast, the train of thought can't be followed by others? Mine tends to be like that & I have to consicously slow down when talking to others.
You so kindly told me my writing was good & while I agree it's not too bad, I, too, couldn't write fiction if my life depended on it. But I always got top marks in writing essays & non-fiction. I can also do math very well but only if I'm allowed to do math & nothing else. I have to immerse myself in it. I'm smack-dab in the middle of right & left brained. I'd probably make a great mediator being able to see all sides of an issue, but it's not what I want to do. It's asinine to say but I'd want to be able to do so many, many things that I can't really choose what to do. And I'm 52 - a little old to start deciding now.
Trouble, why not gather your writings & send them off to one publishing company after another after another, ad nauseam. If the continued rejection slips would wear you down ('cause they happen to all writers), how about a friend who would continue to do so for you? You DO have the ability.
Posted by christophrejmc on March 7, 2002, at 17:20:58
In reply to Beethoven was deaf and so forth, posted by trouble on March 7, 2002, at 13:46:16
May I ask you how much your internal flow matches the finished product? In other words, do you have to re-think parts (to make them "fit" better aesthetically and/or grammatically), or do you simply transfer your thoughts to paper? I usually have to rewrite each paragraph several times before I'm satisfied with it (this is my second time rewriting this one). Anyway, thanks.
-Christophre
Posted by IsoM on March 7, 2002, at 17:58:31
In reply to Ja ne citaju Vojnu i mir » trouble, posted by christophrejmc on March 7, 2002, at 17:20:58
Chris, excuse for me for being snoopy (I like to think curious), but why would you have to rewrite the previous message you wrote? What would you do wrong? Or do you simply mean correcting a phrase here & there?
Do you like to write too, or are you more interested in programming & related topics? BTW, I talked to my son & he says there's lots of programming done without using Window format. Many companies use Linux & Unix. It's the smaller companies that tend to stick with safe Windows stuff.
Posted by christophrejmc on March 7, 2002, at 21:14:43
In reply to Re: Rewriting » christophrejmc, posted by IsoM on March 7, 2002, at 17:58:31
> Chris, excuse for me for being snoopy (I like to think curious),
No need to excuse yourself!
> but why would you have to rewrite the previous message you wrote? What would you do wrong? Or do you simply mean correcting a phrase here & there?
I do a lot of phrase corrections, but I also deleted the entire thing twice... It just didn't look right (then it looked too right -- if that makes any sense at all).
> Do you like to write too, or are you more interested in programming & related topics?I used to love to write, but lately whatever I write ends up sounding bad. I try to blend genres and add silly things like functions or symbolic logic to the story. Sometimes it works -- sometimes it doesn't. I guess I've been reading too much GEB ("Godel, Escher, Bach"). Programming probably contributes to this problem; I often have to rewrite a function several times for certain optimisations.
> BTW, I talked to my son & he says there's lots of programming done without using Window format. Many companies use Linux & Unix. It's the smaller companies that tend to stick with safe Windows stuff.
That's true in a lot of areas, unfortunately not mine. I could probably get an admin job (ick), but I would probably be bored to death. The only places I've seen that appeal to me require at least a B.A. in compsci or a decent amount of experience. One of my former high-school teachers has a tech job now and might be able to get me some work doing db stuff, but I haven't done SQL in a while. It's also quite hard to do any kind of programming when I'm depressed (I haven't done it for months).
Have you seen the "Kids in the Hall" skit where they're looking all over their apartment for something to eat (after not being satisfied by a single pea they split three ways) and they wonder if their college degrees are edible? I feel the same way right now (except w/o B.A.).
-chris
Posted by IsoM on March 8, 2002, at 1:33:33
In reply to Re: Rewriting » IsoM, posted by christophrejmc on March 7, 2002, at 21:14:43
Chris, thank you for not having to excuse myself. Does that mean I can burp around you too? ;-)
I do think I understand what you mean by writing something & it looks too correct. Like it's contrived? Most people tend to write different than they talk but I don't. I talk like I write, using what many have told me are 'big words' to them. I don't see it. When I write it flows from my mind like a conversation but put on paper instead of sound waves.
The Godel, Escher, Bach book was interesting - but I forget so much of it, I should go back & reread it. Maybe I'll retain more this time. Your idea of writing sounds very interesting from my viewpoint. I'd love to see what it's like. Got any you'd be willing to share?
As for getting a programming job without a degree, you're right; it's become very difficult to convince someone you're really good without that piece of paper in your hand. It seems to be an 'expert' on anything nowadays, we all have to run about clutching these precious pieces of papers in our hands proving our worth. Even though my son taught himself 8 programming languages just from books (& is good!), he's getting a degree to back it up. I don't think he'd need to complete his degree to keep on advancing in his field but he's fascinated with computers & loves learning. He also does it so effortlessly. When his depression was bad though, he'd try programming at home for fun (like he used to) & end up in tears sometimes. His mind felt so thick & what was easy before became almost impossible for him. Depression robs us of so much - the creative spark, our memory, our intelligence. If you get the depression controlled, you'll find your mind is still there waiting to be used again. It's not gone for good, at least.
About the Kids in the Hall skit, it seems I've missed that one. Maybe degrees should be written using edible paper so they'd be useful for something. I had a good friend who had a degree in anthropology & ended up working as a bartender instead. Lots of stories like that.
On a more positive note, maybe you'd like a bit of humour? My youngest showed me this site & I love it. It's weird - I don't have the typical adult sense of humour but live in a perpetual warped youthful phase.
http://www.hypnotic.com/hypnotic.asp?content=channel_animation.asp
You need to register to view the films but it's worth it. I'm not so sure how serious the registration is meant to be as under the field Country of Origin, the 'North Pole' is listed along with 'Temple Beth Schmutz' & 'Other'??? Anyway, in the animation series, under 'Highest Rated' you just HAVE to view the Big Bunny series. I'd love to hear how funny you found them to be.
Posted by ST on March 8, 2002, at 6:03:03
In reply to Beethoven was deaf and so forth, posted by trouble on March 7, 2002, at 13:46:16
<<I keep waiting and hoping that one day soon a character will pop up inside me and I'll write a short story, but so far nothing. >>
But trouble, you are a character! Write first person. It's completely engaging. Just from your writings, I have a mental image of you that - to me - is clear. You don't need to wait for these "characters" to pop up. You are all of them. You have written so many short stories right here on this board. It's not as convoluted and complex as you may think. You ARE a writer. You ARE writing stories. They are told from a very distinct character's pov. You.
Sarah
Posted by trouble on March 8, 2002, at 12:46:41
In reply to Ja ne citaju Vojnu i mir » trouble, posted by christophrejmc on March 7, 2002, at 17:20:58
> May I ask you how much your internal flow matches the finished product? In other words, do you have to re-think parts (to make them "fit" better aesthetically and/or grammatically), or do you simply transfer your thoughts to paper?
Hi Christophre,
I'll answer you if you tell me what yur heading means.
The essays, like the stuff I've been putting on PSB seem to come spontaneously, but then why does it take me four hours to finish one? See, I'm clueless about my own process!!
Basiclly there's the draft, which comes out as a rush, and then comes the tinkering, the spell-check and double-doubting dictionary searches. Then you know how you find a word in the dictionary that reminds you of another word or one you've heard before and always wondered what it meant so you look that up too, then you're even more confused so you go get your books on English usage and are shocked to find that somehow, somewhere in time the word became accepted as both noun AND verb, then you pour a glass a wine and ponder whether you approve of that or not. It's easy to get bogged down over what most people might think of as little things, like word flow and stuff, but that's the fun part, once the meat is already done.BTW, I'm never satisfied w/it. Normally I spend days and days on something before sharing it w/ others but here I've been promiscuous b/c I feel that the PSB community is my true support group, from stem to stern, I can say anything to you guys and no one's going to come back and say your writing blows tiger chunks, even when it does. Yay!
One reason I question my innate creative abilities is that when I try to write a short story there's nothing in me, zilch, this spontaneous flow only happens when I'm spewing complaints, opinions, bitterness and angry memories. I've been in this mode for over a decade now and it's losing its charm. Where are my characters, dagnabbit?
I enjoy your posts too, BTW, it's nice to meet someone who agonizes over theirs as much as I do mine. Is there anyone out there who types in fury then hits the send button w/out a care in the world? Sar? If so, I'll have what she's having, and make mine a double.
trouble
I usually have to rewrite each paragraph several times before I'm satisfied with it (this is my second time rewriting this one). Anyway, thanks.
>
> -Christophre
Posted by christophrejmc on March 8, 2002, at 14:54:52
In reply to Re: Ja ne citaju Vojnu i mir, posted by trouble on March 8, 2002, at 12:46:41
> He also said if you're not reading Tolstoy and Faulkner and Shakespeare on a regular basis you're not a writer.
The subject translates (I think!) to "I do not read 'War and Peace'", meaning I'm not a real writer! ("Ja ne citaju" I remember from D'ing my 10th grade Russian class, "Vojnu i mir" I had to look up :(.) If that guy is such an expert on writing, why did he spell Shak-spear wrong?!
I'm glad to hear that even good writers have to re-do their work sometimes!
Cheers,
Christophre
Posted by Zo on March 9, 2002, at 19:14:57
In reply to Re: Ja ne citaju Vojnu i mir, posted by trouble on March 8, 2002, at 12:46:41
You *agonize* over your posts? Surely you don't mean in the writing of them--else your talents extend to making them seem effortless. Girl, if I had my way, I'd medicate you from stem to stern, just enough to help your focus, oh so lightly, fine-tuning so as not to impinge. . .
God help us, I'd medicate us all that way, for it's only as it should be. And would be, in an ideal world. If doctors listened, if science married art, if diagnoses were like love. . .
Zo
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