Tired thoughts.

From Neil Gaiman:

Some thoughts on writing, and driving in fog, and the usual

It's a weird thing, writing.

Sometimes you can look out across what you're writing, and it's like looking out over a landscape on a glorious, clear summer's day. You can see every leaf on every tree, and hear the birdsong, and you know where you'll be going on your walk.

And that's wonderful.

Sometimes it's like driving through fog. You can't really see where you're going. You have just enough of the road in front of you to know that you're probably still on the road, and if you drive slowly and keep your headlamps lowered you'll still get where you were going.

And that's hard while you're doing it, but satisfying at the end of a day like that, where you look down and you got 1500 words that didn't exist in that order down on paper, half of what you'd get on a good day, and you drove slowly, but you drove.

And sometimes you come out of the fog into clarity, and you can see just what you're doing and where you're going, and you couldn't see or know any of that five minutes before.

And that's magic.

~~~
Read that the other day and oh, isn't it just perfect? <3

March Madness has started again and it's this odd thing on the very edge of my vision. Life is so busy that I can't even begin to contemplate caring about it. (And oh, I adored last year...) Although if you are desperate to get more votes for your darlings, I'll oblige. I have no affiliations apart from the Doctor and River (and Spike & Buffy, natch).

I keep meaning to write posts (about Lent and... other things which escape my mind right now), but I just never have the time/energy, as whenever I *do* have time I try to work on my fic (posted Chapter 7 yesterday). Reckon there'll be 3 more chapters (+ an epilogue). Why do I do this to myself? Well, I do it because I can't not write it... It's nibbling at the back of my mind wherever I am.

Anyway, must go. So much to do... This was a very random post.

Tired thoughts.

From Neil Gaiman:

Some thoughts on writing, and driving in fog, and the usual

It's a weird thing, writing.

Sometimes you can look out across what you're writing, and it's like looking out over a landscape on a glorious, clear summer's day. You can see every leaf on every tree, and hear the birdsong, and you know where you'll be going on your walk.

And that's wonderful.

Sometimes it's like driving through fog. You can't really see where you're going. You have just enough of the road in front of you to know that you're probably still on the road, and if you drive slowly and keep your headlamps lowered you'll still get where you were going.

And that's hard while you're doing it, but satisfying at the end of a day like that, where you look down and you got 1500 words that didn't exist in that order down on paper, half of what you'd get on a good day, and you drove slowly, but you drove.

And sometimes you come out of the fog into clarity, and you can see just what you're doing and where you're going, and you couldn't see or know any of that five minutes before.

And that's magic.

~~~
Read that the other day and oh, isn't it just perfect? <3

March Madness has started again and it's this odd thing on the very edge of my vision. Life is so busy that I can't even begin to contemplate caring about it. (And oh, I adored last year...) Although if you are desperate to get more votes for your darlings, I'll oblige. I have no affiliations apart from the Doctor and River (and Spike & Buffy, natch).

I keep meaning to write posts (about Lent and... other things which escape my mind right now), but I just never have the time/energy, as whenever I *do* have time I try to work on my fic (posted Chapter 7 yesterday). Reckon there'll be 3 more chapters (+ an epilogue). Why do I do this to myself? Well, I do it because I can't not write it... It's nibbling at the back of my mind wherever I am.

Anyway, must go. So much to do... This was a very random post.