Good afternoon, folks.
I was wondering who this 10s person was! *is not in the loop* Now that I know, HIIIIIIII!
*glares at thread*
Srsly?
Again?
The Colin Firth madness must stop.
Hey, I dug Colin Firth in Pride and Prejudice. But until he snatches up a machine gun and runs screaming into a mob of zombies...
. But
Hellooooooooooo Mr. Darcy.
Are you saying Bridget Jones Diary, Mama Mia, and Love Actually weren't quality, worth while films?
Why does "Firth-a-Thon" sound so... wrong?
I've just had my first real run in with a writing wannabe this afternoon. She wants advice, but every time I say something, it's, "Oh, I cant commit to that," and "Publishers don't want stories about X minority" or "if I can't have Stephen King's success...." Excuse after excuse after excuse, each more creative than the last.
If she spent as much time writing as she did making up excuses, she'd have a bestseller by now.
Weird.
I've just had my first real run in with a writing wannabe this afternoon. She wants advice, but every time I say something, it's, "Oh, I cant commit to that," and "Publishers don't want stories about X minority" or "if I can't have Stephen King's success...." Excuse after excuse after excuse, each more creative than the last.
If she spent as much time writing as she did making up excuses, she'd have a bestseller by now.
Weird.
The second biggest is a plague of monkeys.
Someone this winter (I think it was KitCat) gave me the best writing advice I've ever heard. It was cold outside and I write best in coffee shops (moving people, non- stop supply of caffeine). It was -10 out and I didn't want to get to the shop to write. When I was complaining she said, "If you don't want to overcome something easy to get over then you don't want it enough."
Excuses don't make writers.
My mom always told me that about music, though it applies equally to writing: Nothing good comes without pain.
My mom always told me that about music, though it applies equally to writing: Nothing good comes without pain.
Why does "Firth-a-Thon" sound so... wrong?
Does anyone know why I'm not writing right now?
Because it sounds like a Scottish marathon that crosses the Forth road bridge? (and for those of you geographically challenged or losing the will to research - the bridge crosses the Firth of Forth, Scottish name for an estuary I think, something like that)
You know I think I need to buy myself a daylight lightbulb - if you see what I mean. The light level in this room is not enough.
Does anyone know why I'm not writing right now?
Chocolate?
You're considering watching Love Actually with the rest of us cool people?
Chocolate comes with tons of pain for me nowadays