I love you. (Not in the way like you have to say it back to me, but in a way like I'm a writer and you're brilliant and when I read how you get stuck and all the things I feel better but it's not Schadenfreude, it's empathy because you just described my Monday (on paid work that shouldn't be difficult) and most of the past year on my own shit and you give me hope. You really do. Because you just keep working at it because you wanted to be a writer and of course it's not easy but we think it's easy for everyone else. And I want you to know how much I love your writing!)
Here's the pc version of the upgrade note I just sent you. Writer's block is a sign that something good is on the way. And it sucks to varying degrees the whole time -- at the beginning, in the middle and the end is kind of nice because you have a book baby in your hands. But then another baby starts brewing and it starts all over. 👎 thanks for being you. i like it around here.
My pal Abbie is having her 85th B day, at the ranch on the Colorado border. Her four daughters are coming; one is down from the Springs already. I brought chairs & tables from the museum. Her youngest daughter decided that senior dog, a ranch collie of some long-haired kind, hates baths. They muzzled her. Bathed her. Nipped her ear a little with the scissors while taking out burrs. When Abbie took off the mizzle, old dogger gal got her revenge. Three inch gash in Abby's arm. Abbie laughed. Said she'd been through worse."See this scar? Cow kicked me!" She pointed at her arm. Be glad this boy of yours has short hair.
If you were a one-hit wonder I wouldn't have gotten such a big kick outta that piece about the wind and Dumas and the hat guy. I need to go see him. The brim on the hat he sold me is so big makes me feel like the flying nun. I may lift off.
Just one thing: check your voter registration status before October 7th at votetravis.org. Make sure it’s correct. And vote early, starting October 21st. Voter guides should be available October 11th. Put it on your calendar and you can knock it out in less than 5 minutes (registration). That is all. Carry on.
this is the best description of how writing sucks I've ever read--hang in there
I love you. (Not in the way like you have to say it back to me, but in a way like I'm a writer and you're brilliant and when I read how you get stuck and all the things I feel better but it's not Schadenfreude, it's empathy because you just described my Monday (on paid work that shouldn't be difficult) and most of the past year on my own shit and you give me hope. You really do. Because you just keep working at it because you wanted to be a writer and of course it's not easy but we think it's easy for everyone else. And I want you to know how much I love your writing!)
This is me procrastinating every single thing in my entire life.
I don't remember inviting you inside my head this week and yet there you are. Or I am. Or something.
Here's the pc version of the upgrade note I just sent you. Writer's block is a sign that something good is on the way. And it sucks to varying degrees the whole time -- at the beginning, in the middle and the end is kind of nice because you have a book baby in your hands. But then another baby starts brewing and it starts all over. 👎 thanks for being you. i like it around here.
Fuck, the psychic pain I felt reading that. It's so familiar. I hope you have mostly good days until you can rest.
My pal Abbie is having her 85th B day, at the ranch on the Colorado border. Her four daughters are coming; one is down from the Springs already. I brought chairs & tables from the museum. Her youngest daughter decided that senior dog, a ranch collie of some long-haired kind, hates baths. They muzzled her. Bathed her. Nipped her ear a little with the scissors while taking out burrs. When Abbie took off the mizzle, old dogger gal got her revenge. Three inch gash in Abby's arm. Abbie laughed. Said she'd been through worse."See this scar? Cow kicked me!" She pointed at her arm. Be glad this boy of yours has short hair.
If you were a one-hit wonder I wouldn't have gotten such a big kick outta that piece about the wind and Dumas and the hat guy. I need to go see him. The brim on the hat he sold me is so big makes me feel like the flying nun. I may lift off.
Amazing how changing point of reference works. 1000+ page grant that felt insurmountable now needs less “woah is me” commentary.
Mad respect for you writers.
I look forward to seeing your posts. This was another fun read, thank you. You’ll eventually finish that damn book.
What a handsome dog
This post was a great piece of writing!!
Lookin' good, Woody!
Just one thing: check your voter registration status before October 7th at votetravis.org. Make sure it’s correct. And vote early, starting October 21st. Voter guides should be available October 11th. Put it on your calendar and you can knock it out in less than 5 minutes (registration). That is all. Carry on.
I am registered and know where I’m voting. Obviously.
I like the comment from Dava Silvia and promote it one step further, the coffee table photo book of dogs from Lauren Hough.
You don't need to write a book. You just need to make a calendar of Woody pictures. I'd buy it.
THIS!! This is why I love your stuff, all of it! Your anxiety, your joy, they go into every word and I feel them. I feel them all.