tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post4077807973821663922..comments2024-02-22T07:47:22.661-05:00Comments on The Bathroom Monologues: Writing in an Emotional WastelandJohn Wiswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07416044628686736927noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-26954528720078954142012-06-19T19:38:25.202-04:002012-06-19T19:38:25.202-04:00Nah. It knows where to find me. It looks like Gmor...Nah. It knows where to find me. It looks like Gmork from the NeverEnding Story. It always brings a cheap bottle of wine even though I don't drink, and leaves the tap dripping after using the bathroom.Rosshttp://pokingbadgerswithspoons.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-8770791202407806952012-06-18T09:07:01.683-04:002012-06-18T09:07:01.683-04:00When I'm angry and out-of-joint, I don't w...When I'm angry and out-of-joint, I don't write. Maybe I'd get more words on the page if I did.Tony Nolandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15090583562737225942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-18574094691775229012012-06-18T08:09:25.103-04:002012-06-18T08:09:25.103-04:00I'm a four-year veteran of National Novel Writ...I'm a four-year veteran of National Novel Writing Month, which I now use as the centerpiece of a four-to-five-month novel drafting process. Yes, the feeling you describe is more than familiar; I call it "the awful noise of the rubber hitting the road." It's the feeling that sets in as the brain realizes you mean business, and the solution is the classical butt-in-chair. <br /><br />And by the way, the quality of the work is completely independent of your feeling while doing it.E. P. Beaumonthttp://epbeaumont.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-58856535689145998352012-06-17T23:40:51.904-04:002012-06-17T23:40:51.904-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Helen A. Howellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12748128819820230841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-54204352320726711352012-06-17T23:22:09.809-04:002012-06-17T23:22:09.809-04:00Haha, oh I've opened Microsoft Word in haste s...Haha, oh I've opened Microsoft Word in haste so many times in the pursuits of getting an idea down. I can't remember the last time I wrote anything other than an essay in anger, though. I tend to sublimate, or the negativity at least tends to spread out into other manifestations, like the general bitchyness I experienced Wednesday.John Wiswellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07416044628686736927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-8829962853585307972012-06-17T23:13:45.230-04:002012-06-17T23:13:45.230-04:00Sometimes what comes out of a wasteland period is ...Sometimes what comes out of a wasteland period is trash, and it just has to be dumped. But sometimes I find myself tapping irreverence or blasphemy that I couldn't have brought my mind to in a more composed state. That was the Wednesday experience, including the midnight setup of a later chapter that will be over the top in a way I just can't wait to write.John Wiswellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07416044628686736927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-45887750568773557752012-06-17T23:12:26.193-04:002012-06-17T23:12:26.193-04:00Of course I'm hard on myself. Who else will le...Of course I'm hard on myself. Who else will let me be hard on them other than me?<br /><br />I'd say I envied your more laid back approach to composition, but I honestly love what I'm producing, even if I am getting worried about potential consequences. I'm so excited for things coming up in later chapters.John Wiswellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07416044628686736927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-29125892743516520082012-06-17T23:11:02.758-04:002012-06-17T23:11:02.758-04:00I've had a little practice at dedication. What...I've had a little practice at dedication. What's weird is when the taxing thing is more relaxing than all the other things one could be doing. I still don't understand how it works cognitively.John Wiswellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07416044628686736927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-32107497467822432932012-06-17T23:10:17.824-04:002012-06-17T23:10:17.824-04:00Does that mean you seek out the waste, Ross?Does that mean you seek out the waste, Ross?John Wiswellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07416044628686736927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-75356539657399884932012-06-17T23:06:51.569-04:002012-06-17T23:06:51.569-04:00John, what I love about the writerly community is ...John, what I love about the writerly community is that you realise you truly aren't alone. Yes I have those days, and in the old days I'd usually hate on eveything I wrote and bin the lot. However my writing group threatened me with violence if I trashed any more of the MS while in a funk. The result is, strangely, the work is usually pretty good (or at least useable) in the clear light of a better day. I sure don't understand the creative process...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15380202410896276712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-5595610757255921852012-06-17T20:59:46.222-04:002012-06-17T20:59:46.222-04:00I can't really relate to this, I just sit down...I can't really relate to this, I just sit down and write, I write all over the place, I don't push myself, I just do it even when I physically shouldn't, but sometimes I back off , like now and give myself a complete rest from it.<br /><br />You are hard on yourself John, but I can see that you channel your discomfort into something productive that gives you a sense of pleasure and achievement - well done!Helen A. Howellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12748128819820230841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-61313337332066374362012-06-17T14:28:55.925-04:002012-06-17T14:28:55.925-04:00This makes total sense to me. The night I wrote th...This makes total sense to me. The night I wrote the first story I ever sold, I was up way too late, I was incredibly pissed off about something (funny how you can never remember what later on), and I was just getting over a cold. When the words started coming, I wasn't even trying to write. I remember panicking that I would forget the introduction in the few seconds it took to launch the word processor application.Katherine Hajerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08270232675026751342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-36260085871228242222012-06-17T12:47:18.536-04:002012-06-17T12:47:18.536-04:00Definitely. I am most productive in the waste.Definitely. I am most productive in the waste.Rosshttp://pokingbadgerswithspoons.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-63884986990679892012012-06-17T10:18:12.063-04:002012-06-17T10:18:12.063-04:00You are a far better and more dedicated soul than ...You are a far better and more dedicated soul than I. In those instances, I give up and sleep. I'm no good to right when surly and pessimistic. I'm no good for anything. <br /><br />I'm glad you were able to channel it all into writing and editing. <br /><br />StaceySpothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12761441168024967277noreply@blogger.com