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vulgarweed) wrote2007-12-12 08:33 pm
vulgarweed) wrote2007-12-12 08:33 pm
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I Had an Anti-Midas Day!
Ever have one of those? Where you feel like everything you touch turns to SHIT?
This too will pass, it's just a psychic vitamin deficiency or something, but I had to walk out of work early, I felt so hostile and crabby and sulky and tired. Both my jobs require a certain projection of charisma and cockiness (within certain artful limits to do well, and I'm usually pretty good at faking it til ya make it, but I was just UTTERLY lacking in the mojo of all kinds.
The news about Terry Pratchett didn't help. But you know, a big part of the reason why he's my ultimate "comfort writer" is that I suspect there's a great big loud voice in his head that says often, sternly, but affectionately, "Stop snivelling and get on with it." It sure comes through in his writing. It sounds like a harsh voice at first, but really, ultimately, there's no better way of coping with shit, is there? Sooner or later, you have to do just that or you'll get dust all over your bones and you still won't have gotten anything done. Being encouraged to wallow is the worst kind of compassion, because it doesn't actually improve anything.
This too will pass, it's just a psychic vitamin deficiency or something, but I had to walk out of work early, I felt so hostile and crabby and sulky and tired. Both my jobs require a certain projection of charisma and cockiness (within certain artful limits to do well, and I'm usually pretty good at faking it til ya make it, but I was just UTTERLY lacking in the mojo of all kinds.
The news about Terry Pratchett didn't help. But you know, a big part of the reason why he's my ultimate "comfort writer" is that I suspect there's a great big loud voice in his head that says often, sternly, but affectionately, "Stop snivelling and get on with it." It sure comes through in his writing. It sounds like a harsh voice at first, but really, ultimately, there's no better way of coping with shit, is there? Sooner or later, you have to do just that or you'll get dust all over your bones and you still won't have gotten anything done. Being encouraged to wallow is the worst kind of compassion, because it doesn't actually improve anything.
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