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Friday, September 09, 2005

Inadvertently, I Let the Metaphorical Cat Out of the Metaphorical Bag

I've been trying to work on my book. Oops, the cat’s out of the bag. Yes, I’m one of the millions out there writing a book. Now you know the truth about me. Silly, hopeful girl, writing a book, you’re thinking. Well it's partly why I've disappeared. I recently reworked the beginning and felt pretty elated about that. 


So I had Stoker read it, just about 8 pages. And he gave me some constructive criticism, which I appreciated very much and agreed with what he said. But then I got depressed because I’m one of those types, and he didn’t come back and lavish me with praise for my mind-blowing writing skills. Because that’s what you have to do with me. So I haven’t worked on it for a few days.

Then the other night Stoker told me he was worried that I haven’t worked on it because he didn’t give the reaction I needed to keep going. And yes, that’s true. I had to tell him the truth. “All I wanted,” I said, “was a few positive words. That would have sufficed. Such as, ‘Where’s the rest, Nikki? It’s sooo good, I’m hungry for the rest.’ That would have made want to keep going.” As it is, being depressed and everything, I doubt very much that I can write at all. Even the things I truly love don’t appeal to me. Except Stoker. He still appeals to me.

Anyway, we worked it out and he does want to read more of it. In fact, I seem to have overlooked that he told me he wanted to read more at the time (but that hardly counts as lavish praise, which is what I needed, being emotional high maintenance like I am). But I’d extrapolated from that, at the time, that he just thought it sucked and was hoping that it would get better. You know. It’s easy to extrapolate.


The other reason I’ve disappeared is actually two reasons, but they’re related. One: Stoker bought me a computer game called Rise of Nations. I’m told this game is very much like Civilization. Anyway, it’s consuming all my spare time because I’m obsessed and must conquer everything. I do alright on the easy level, but once I switch to moderate, the computer wastes me (you should know, there’s an easier level than easy level. This level is known as easier). It’s very unfair. I barely have time to amass an army. To keep my morale up, last night I switched back to easy, amassed an enormous army, and laid waste to Alaric’s (king of Austria) villages. He was at my mercy and begged for peace, which of course I granted because I’m such a sweetheart. It was beautiful.

The other reason is yet another game, Prince of Persia: Sands of Time. This is an Xbox game, and I’m hell bent on conquering it (I only just started playing video games again). Recently Stoker bought us a wireless controller, which I’ve had to test. Several times. And for several hours on each occasion. Who can blame me? It’s too hot out to do anything remotely active and so I stay in, entertaining myself through various means such as reading, writing, playing video and computer games. Plus I clean, do the laundry, wash the dishes, exercise and etc. I’m amazing. I’m super woman*.

With all these great things keeping me busy, how can I be depressed, you ask? The answer is that I don’t know. Perhaps it’s a lack of direct sunlight or something. Maybe I’m like a flower. Or a vine. A tomato plant. Something that requires direct sunlight. Finish the metaphor for me because I’ve reached my limit.


Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I’ve recovered and I feel the fire burning again. The fire, that is, for finishing my book. I was reading through it, a later part, like page 70 or thereabouts, and realized, I’m an amazing writer. Damn amazing. If I finish it and can’t find a publisher, I’ll be 100% convinced that all publishers are insane. It’s good stuff.

I have to tell myself stuff like that—stuff like “I’m amazing”—and be convinced, or else I’d quit. You see, perhaps I truly suck and I just don’t get it. But the point is to keep going. That’s the point of writing a book or completing any large task, and even the point to life. You have to keep going regardless of how awful something is. But to keep going you must fool yourself into thinking you’ve really got something here. Something worth something.



*Stoker helps. He’s very good at doing his part. Just didn’t want you to think that I do it all.

10 comments:

Matthew said...

Maintaining a positive attitude is the most important thing. Sometimes, you have to trick your mind. Victor Frankl, in his book, "Man's Search for Meaning," suggests that struggle to overcome adversity gives meaning to life. I tried to apply this when I was in school.

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Aries327 said...

You're absolutely right. I try to remember that often, but still get down. And I know that if I didn't have this set of problems, I'd have another. Perhaps I'm better equipped to deal with these and should count my blessings that I can deal with them.

Thomas said...

If you become the next J.K. Rowling, you won't forget us little people will you?

Aries327 said...

Of course not. I'll always have time for the bloggers.

Thomas said...

And you will give us early peeks at your books too, right?

Aries327 said...

For sure. I might even give out advance-copies to the coolest of you.

liz Easterly said...

Writer's workshops. Find one and join. Look at community colleges, continuing eduction, in Denver there's a group called Lighthouse Writer's Workshops. I've been in writing workshops for the past 15 years, off and on, in every city I've lived in. They give you some structure and discipline (ie, deadlines), constructive criticism (from people who have no emotional involvement with you), community with other writers (and sometimes even friendship). They have saved my sanity many, many times. You can even find them online (but there's not the same amount of dedication, I've found.) Good luck!

red.hot.mamma! said...

Awesome! Do it! Write it! Finish it! I admire your bravery in just starting to do it and admitting it to the (blog) world. I think so many of us harbor secret desires to write a book, even if it's one no one reads, but most of us (myself included) never even start. Good luck!

J said...

I can hardly wait to read it!