The Last Home Year, Pt. 2
Nov. 11th, 2004 04:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jon_chaissonHmm. Seems as though I haven't written a damn thing (aside from a few paragraphs here and there) for at least two or three weeks. Now, in any other situation, I probably would have gone crazy, feeling insanely guilty and being angry with myself for not working on the one craft that I know will eventually be my career. But oddly enough I don't feel the least bit angry. Why?
Well, first and foremost, I have a new love in my life (as many of you have obviously figured out...), who is not, I repeat, NOT keeping me from my work. In fact, she did me a favor by tearing me away from this SF trilogy of mine that I've been slaving over for the past almost-four years. Between sometime in 2000 all the way to September of this year, I hardly went a day without writing. That's a bit over three years of non-stop writing, averaging between 500-1000 words a night. Yeah, you could say I needed this little vacation and check out the real world for a little bit. And I don't regret it at all.
Another reason for not feeling bad is because I've been slaving over the final dozen or so scenes for the end of this trilogy, and I basically drained myself of any excitement over it. I do know how the story's gonna end, it's just the getting there in one piece started to drive me nuts. I needed to unplug for a bit. I think if I'm going to jump in and finish this, I can't do it half-assed like I had been during the latter half of this year. This is the ultimate end to this cycle, and I can't drop the ball now. Even though I believe that the first draft of any story that any writer does is crap, that doesn't give me the excuse to throw in a "then he woke up and realized it was all a dream" ending. It's either all or none, baby.
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...added to the fact that work isn't as fun as it used to be. Don't get me wrong, I love where I work, it just seems as though the amount of work we do has doubled but the work ethic has not changed, if that makes sense. I like where I work, it's just not as fun and rewarding as it used to be.
Perhaps it's my outlook on what I want to do next. I've already got it in my mind that I don't plan on staying there forever. I've also got it in my mind that I have no problems transplanting myself to somewhere else (read: NJ area) to be near said love of my life.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emmalyon and I talked about this over the weekend, saying that it's a good thing to completely transplant oneself at some point in one's life, and being that I've been stuck in this strange corner of the country all my life, escaping New England would be not only an interesting idea but a distinct possibility. I'm already surfing for jobs in the Morris County area (which is quite nice, btw, and only an hour or so drive from NYC).
More on this later...dinner awaits!
Well, first and foremost, I have a new love in my life (as many of you have obviously figured out...), who is not, I repeat, NOT keeping me from my work. In fact, she did me a favor by tearing me away from this SF trilogy of mine that I've been slaving over for the past almost-four years. Between sometime in 2000 all the way to September of this year, I hardly went a day without writing. That's a bit over three years of non-stop writing, averaging between 500-1000 words a night. Yeah, you could say I needed this little vacation and check out the real world for a little bit. And I don't regret it at all.
Another reason for not feeling bad is because I've been slaving over the final dozen or so scenes for the end of this trilogy, and I basically drained myself of any excitement over it. I do know how the story's gonna end, it's just the getting there in one piece started to drive me nuts. I needed to unplug for a bit. I think if I'm going to jump in and finish this, I can't do it half-assed like I had been during the latter half of this year. This is the ultimate end to this cycle, and I can't drop the ball now. Even though I believe that the first draft of any story that any writer does is crap, that doesn't give me the excuse to throw in a "then he woke up and realized it was all a dream" ending. It's either all or none, baby.
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...added to the fact that work isn't as fun as it used to be. Don't get me wrong, I love where I work, it just seems as though the amount of work we do has doubled but the work ethic has not changed, if that makes sense. I like where I work, it's just not as fun and rewarding as it used to be.
Perhaps it's my outlook on what I want to do next. I've already got it in my mind that I don't plan on staying there forever. I've also got it in my mind that I have no problems transplanting myself to somewhere else (read: NJ area) to be near said love of my life.
emmalyon and I talked about this over the weekend, saying that it's a good thing to completely transplant oneself at some point in one's life, and being that I've been stuck in this strange corner of the country all my life, escaping New England would be not only an interesting idea but a distinct possibility. I'm already surfing for jobs in the Morris County area (which is quite nice, btw, and only an hour or so drive from NYC).More on this later...dinner awaits!
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Date: 2004-11-12 09:30 pm (UTC)And yes, Lynxie, I was quite impressed with Montclair. Very nice city-type place, reminded me of NoHo but with wider streets, or Allston but much, MUCH cleaner...I'll have to look into what the rent is around that area...
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