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Sometimes it's not just writer's block that gets in the way... just a small one and the time line is true... dang... where does the time go?
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Me, I'm sitting on a part of the story I don't like to write. My excuse for a hero is going to have to prove he can be just as much if not more of a SOB as the ones challenging him ... and since they like to claim they believe in death before dishonor he's going to have to show he's willing to kill the idiots.
The trick of course is to not scare the reader away while doing it ...
The trick of course is to not scare the reader away while doing it ...
My theory is that time actually runs backward.
Today, a day isn't long enough. Too much to do and not enough time.
A month is just a pause between paying utility bills.
A year is gone in a blink and I'm left wondering where it went.
When I was a kid, a day could last a year, especially if I didn't have anything to do. Months took forever. And I lived whole lifetimes between birthdays.
So I figure the time is leeching off at this end of my life and drifting back to my childhood.
To bad I didn't understand the value of it back then, 'cause I know I ain't gettin' it back.
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Thank you for that look back at your childhood, by the way. It's nice to hear those kinds of details and learn about our friend.
*hugs*
Today, a day isn't long enough. Too much to do and not enough time.
A month is just a pause between paying utility bills.
A year is gone in a blink and I'm left wondering where it went.
When I was a kid, a day could last a year, especially if I didn't have anything to do. Months took forever. And I lived whole lifetimes between birthdays.
So I figure the time is leeching off at this end of my life and drifting back to my childhood.
To bad I didn't understand the value of it back then, 'cause I know I ain't gettin' it back.
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Thank you for that look back at your childhood, by the way. It's nice to hear those kinds of details and learn about our friend.
*hugs*
I've often visited that head space and done thought experiments.
The conclusion I reached a while back is it all comes down to perspective.
As a small child, your perspective is that a week is a significant chunk of your perceived life experience. A year is an eternity.
An adolescent can see time as a reasonable amount of space to accomplish something, like going to school and hanging out with friends.
An adult has experienced hundreds and hundreds of weeks, and sometimes does not even notice them passing by.
But as we get older that same reference of time (a day, week, year, etc) becomes smaller and smaller when compared to our life experience as a whole. It's no wonder we wonder where the time went, when the miraculous time machine between our ears can perceive the passage in so many different ways.
The conclusion I reached a while back is it all comes down to perspective.
As a small child, your perspective is that a week is a significant chunk of your perceived life experience. A year is an eternity.
An adolescent can see time as a reasonable amount of space to accomplish something, like going to school and hanging out with friends.
An adult has experienced hundreds and hundreds of weeks, and sometimes does not even notice them passing by.
But as we get older that same reference of time (a day, week, year, etc) becomes smaller and smaller when compared to our life experience as a whole. It's no wonder we wonder where the time went, when the miraculous time machine between our ears can perceive the passage in so many different ways.
That was such a good read... our muse is not always near at hand, if they are they may not wish to play the game we do.
Mine will give me a flash of an idea then back into hiding. I have been tuning the Nuthatcher and wonder where the time went when it's past my normal crash time. Mustn't forget Sage wanting half the bed when she thinks I'll not paying attention to her.
Mine will give me a flash of an idea then back into hiding. I have been tuning the Nuthatcher and wonder where the time went when it's past my normal crash time. Mustn't forget Sage wanting half the bed when she thinks I'll not paying attention to her.
Aw, your muse really missed you.
All those distractions of life pulling us away from the eternal page waiting to be filled. :)
I really enjoyed the flashback tho, it really did remind me of similar memories once upon a time. It was great to bring us along on a quick little time travel jaunt to the past of your mind's eye.
Thank you for sharing, V.
All those distractions of life pulling us away from the eternal page waiting to be filled. :)
I really enjoyed the flashback tho, it really did remind me of similar memories once upon a time. It was great to bring us along on a quick little time travel jaunt to the past of your mind's eye.
Thank you for sharing, V.
Shit. I remember a lot of those little things, like when a three foot snow drift looked like a mountain and I was digging a den into the side of it. There's also a picture of me and a Bambi plushy at my side while sitting in the snow, I think it's somewhere in my archives. I still have the plushy and it comes out every Christmas to go under the tree with a couple of other mementos from my childhood. It's bedraggled as hell, but I can't get rid of it. I'll probably be buried with it. Damn it Vixxy, why do your stories pull these memories out of the dregs of my past?
Wait, I know, you want me to start writing.............again.
Wait, I know, you want me to start writing.............again.
If you begin writing again John, that will be one of the highlights of my writing career...
I think we all have these memories, the factual part of memories being; when we are young, we are too busy making memories to look back much. When we become young adults, the adventures are still upon us, but the requirements of life now begin to seep in and we suddenly have all of these responsibilities. Those responsibilities continue on until - suddenly - we are retired. Not liking the view in front of us so much, we then walk backwards in order to re-enjoy what we see there.
*big hug...
V.
I think we all have these memories, the factual part of memories being; when we are young, we are too busy making memories to look back much. When we become young adults, the adventures are still upon us, but the requirements of life now begin to seep in and we suddenly have all of these responsibilities. Those responsibilities continue on until - suddenly - we are retired. Not liking the view in front of us so much, we then walk backwards in order to re-enjoy what we see there.
*big hug...
V.
Oh boy! I always wanted to be able to say I kicked ass and took names!
So, what type of 'boot' best suits you?
Daily emails (or notes here) demanding 'Where is it - what did you write?'
Or maybe a friendly ear to bounce ideas off of?
(Note me if you actually want this nutcase bothering you. )
So, what type of 'boot' best suits you?
Daily emails (or notes here) demanding 'Where is it - what did you write?'
Or maybe a friendly ear to bounce ideas off of?
(Note me if you actually want this nutcase bothering you. )
"Time, like an ever-rolling stream" so the old hymn goes.
My problem was a form of writer's block where I found I had almost no idea how to push on with the narrative. My latest story was a case in point; I wrote a couple pages of setup and stalled because I couldn't see past it. And it was like that for several weeks until the block collapsed yesterday.
The other stories fermenting in my brain will find an attentive ear today, as I'm planning on largely staying off my feet.
My problem was a form of writer's block where I found I had almost no idea how to push on with the narrative. My latest story was a case in point; I wrote a couple pages of setup and stalled because I couldn't see past it. And it was like that for several weeks until the block collapsed yesterday.
The other stories fermenting in my brain will find an attentive ear today, as I'm planning on largely staying off my feet.
I don't know if I'll be able to put into words just how much I can relate to this, especially in the past couple of months.
The scatterbrained trap of writer's block and the ensuing procrastination is never a pleasant experience, though if you've been writing awhile, it does get easier to address. Even though my recent bought is what has largely kept me from putting out any new prompts this year - as they have ended up being longer than expected, I still push on with them regardless (making sure not to force it of course.)
When I face times where I feel I've no idea how to continue the story, I usually find myself going back and improving the earlier parts...and from there, it tends to become clear; as has happened with my current projects (The WWII prompt and my follow up to your 'A Little Twist' prompt.) Granted, these moments are nothing compared to the fave year long block I had between 2010-2015, where I could barely manage any progress until the eve of 2016.
In regards to this prompt, its always a treat to see you and Vixyy standing in the same room and interacting with each other as well, and its especially adorable here.
The scatterbrained trap of writer's block and the ensuing procrastination is never a pleasant experience, though if you've been writing awhile, it does get easier to address. Even though my recent bought is what has largely kept me from putting out any new prompts this year - as they have ended up being longer than expected, I still push on with them regardless (making sure not to force it of course.)
When I face times where I feel I've no idea how to continue the story, I usually find myself going back and improving the earlier parts...and from there, it tends to become clear; as has happened with my current projects (The WWII prompt and my follow up to your 'A Little Twist' prompt.) Granted, these moments are nothing compared to the fave year long block I had between 2010-2015, where I could barely manage any progress until the eve of 2016.
In regards to this prompt, its always a treat to see you and Vixyy standing in the same room and interacting with each other as well, and its especially adorable here.
Now, I quite liked this. I liked the idea of the guide to a place where the distractions of the day can't reach you, like your mind itself slowly assembling a reflex, a response, to all the pull and attention hogs in the modern days, helping to center one's self and internalize by manifesting your character. It kind of hearkens back to a lot of the old movie classics with animated characters aside live action actors. This is a very good read!
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