This isn't a very useful mood icon, but I've run into so few people who have even heard of M -- let alone love it -- that I couldn't resist:
And in exchange for your annoyingly inspirational narrative, I'll try to post this quote I ran across on the creative process which -- for me at least -- has something of Emerson's alienated majesty; because, damn, even though it's about making typefaces of all things, it just nails what writing is like for me. Now if only I can find it again...
And I think perhaps the fundamental problem with my story isn't that it's not working -- though it's not right now -- but that I feel deeply ambivalent about what it's working towards. The emotional range is so much louder and messier than I'm used to working in, and I'm also being forced to much more explicit which frankly frustrates me to no end. And, god, the sprawl. It's like jumping from painting miniatures to Turneresque landscapes, but all you have to work with is single hair brushes. Gah!
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This isn't a very useful mood icon, but I've run into so few people who have even heard of M -- let alone love it -- that I couldn't resist:
And in exchange for your annoyingly inspirational narrative, I'll try to post this quote I ran across on the creative process which -- for me at least -- has something of Emerson's alienated majesty; because, damn, even though it's about making typefaces of all things, it just nails what writing is like for me. Now if only I can find it again...
And I think perhaps the fundamental problem with my story isn't that it's not working -- though it's not right now -- but that I feel deeply ambivalent about what it's working towards. The emotional range is so much louder and messier than I'm used to working in, and I'm also being forced to much more explicit which frankly frustrates me to no end. And, god, the sprawl. It's like jumping from painting miniatures to Turneresque landscapes, but all you have to work with is single hair brushes. Gah!