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It's time for a movie - action adventure preferably. Something meaningless and that lets you destress...
Take my advice...it works.
Posted by: Sine.Qua.Non | Sunday, 16 April 2006 at 08:50 PM
No Ctrl-Y?
Posted by: eM | Sunday, 16 April 2006 at 09:19 PM
This sounds eerily familiar.
And I'm with Sine.Qua.Non on this one: at least try working on something else for a while.
Posted by: Ancrene Wiseass | Sunday, 16 April 2006 at 09:24 PM
Scott, what about looking at some of your well-received work from past seminars? When paralyzing writer's block/despair/self-doubt sets in, this usually raises the spirits.
Other suggestions: Side A of Let it Be, Young Frankenstein, Season 1 of Da Ali G Show, play with a Pomeranian, swim in the ocean, watch the Daily Show
Posted by: M Schwartz | Sunday, 16 April 2006 at 10:54 PM
"what about looking at some of your well-received work from past seminars?"
That's dangerous, M Schwartz. It's much more likely to cause one to decide that one has never written anything good.
Posted by: Rich Puchalsky | Monday, 17 April 2006 at 08:01 AM
I suppose, Rich. Personally, looking at past work reminds me that I can actually finish something, and that occasionally the finished product is decent. Not great, just decent.
But I do detect a bit of sarcasm in your voice, and I'm guessing your comment applies mainly to brave Acephalous.
Posted by: M Schwartz | Monday, 17 April 2006 at 08:14 AM
In part I was joshing, in part serious. To quote a saying in a book by fantasy writer Stephan Brust: "When the water is clean, you see the bottom; when the water is dirty, you see yourself." I do think that there's a clear danger, in re-reading old work while in a funk, of seeing only the defects in the old work. If it works for you, then of course I wouldn't argue with your experience, but I think it might not work for many people.
Posted by: Rich Puchalsky | Monday, 17 April 2006 at 08:46 AM
Oops, that should have been Steven Brust.
Posted by: Rich Puchalsky | Monday, 17 April 2006 at 08:47 AM
They have an opening at North Northwestern Montana Community College? AWESOME!
Posted by: Adam Kotsko | Monday, 17 April 2006 at 01:13 PM
I'm with Rich on this one - once I start losing confidence in my writing, it doesn't matter how well something else (or even an earlier draft of what I'm writing now) might have been received: the feeling will carry over to anything of mine that I read.
But writing is such a weird, intimate fetish - different things will work for different people.
Posted by: N. Pepperell | Monday, 17 April 2006 at 02:28 PM
hey -- at least it's not South Northwestern Montana Community College.
Posted by: Matt | Monday, 17 April 2006 at 03:12 PM
BOB JONES UNIVERSITY!
BOB JONES UNIVERSITY!
BOB JONES UNIVERSITY!
Or maybe you'll end up here: http://home.houston.rr.com/bybayouu/main.html ( Scott especially will like this one).
Posted by: T. Scrivener | Tuesday, 18 April 2006 at 10:40 PM
Try video games or going to an undergrad. bar and hitting on some 21-year old... I find that either of those helps -- in different ways, of course.
Posted by: Casey | Thursday, 20 April 2006 at 09:58 PM
Tim, no Tim, no. I don't want people to know that I'm the lone Scot who graduated (UNGRAMMATICALLY!) By Bayou. Thanks one more unbagged cat in need of herding.
Casey, um, I think I'll have to stick to video games, since THE Little Womedievalist might take offense to my hitting on 21-year old undergraduates . . . as might the university, for that matter.
N.P., I agree, knowledge of previous success just emphasizes the depth of current failure for me. But then again, no one would ever mistake me for an optimist.
A.W. and S.Q.N., I won't ever admit to taking your advice and watching Constantine, but that has more to do with it than you.
Mike, one day you and I will have to talk about my aversion, nay! hatred of sand.
And pomeranians. An hour with a yapping ball of fur would send me flying out the window whatever-organ-whose-injury-would-kill-me-the-deadest first.
Posted by: Scott Eric Kaufman | Friday, 21 April 2006 at 12:18 AM
Pomeranians yappy? Occasionally, yes. But they also smile. Constantly. It's as though they intensely believe in a certain Bobby McFerrin song.
Posted by: Mike S | Friday, 21 April 2006 at 09:45 AM