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8 march 1999 |
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take that
can i borrow your rock? |
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Today I wrote. 15 pages worth. I wailed on my main character. Hard. The worst Monday of anybody's life. I described it thusly to Pooks: "Bam! Bam! Bam! Take that! And that!" There's an old saying that even if you feel it, the emotion might not show up on the page, but if you don't feel it, the emotion definitely won't be there. I don't know if it's on the page, but I've made myself physically ill with today's writing. I think I have caused this depression, bringing back the past this way. I have never felt this way about something I've written before. Remind me to stick with light, frothy, completely superficial crap in the future. (I guess this script might be superficial crap, deep down. I remain hopeful that my glib, facile self will reemerge any second now.) I went to a bookstore and bought a romance to try to cheer myself up. I don't know if it worked; certainly took my mind out of the place it was. I need to finish this script before I kill myself. (In the Seriously Disturbed and Disturbing Category, I dreamed about high school last night. I'm not even going to tell you what it was about. Let's just say I woke up this morning and was desperate to go running, in order to clear out the cobwebs.) |
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Copyright 1999 Diane Patterson |