Hypocrisy: I'm standing in it
Dec. 23rd, 2008 02:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katiefooleryThere's the strangest feeling in the air these days and I know exactly how to describe it. Which is useful, really, otherwise I'd just be sitting here making strange gestures and saying Oh, you know, it's sort of like this with a bit of that and actually, it's a bit like the smell of freshly-baked scones if I think about it...
But no.
The feeling is exactly as though a coin has been tossed and I'm waiting for it to come down. As though something very spectacular is about to happen but I just don't know what. Meanwhile, I'm just watching... waiting for the coin to fall and for things to be set in place.
What things?
What place?
I have no idea. All I know is that it's a weirdly euphoric feeling.
Something that's not making me weirdly euphoric is this vague plan I have of doing something before Christmas. I can't say much more, since I'm going to be posting it here eventually - suffice to say, I'm both anticipating it and putting it off in one breath. That multi-tasking procrastination thing again.
And it has a lingering air of hypocrisy, due mostly to conversations I've been having with my writer lately.
Firstly, my writer will exclaim that it's impossible to finish this chapter. That they can't write fight scenes. That it's been too long since they last wrote and surely the standard of writing will have dropped due to lack of use.
To which I reply: Nonsense. Rubbish. Of course you can write fight scenes. Of course you can finish this chapter. Now shut up and get on with it.
I'm a very considerate, sensitive beta.
:D
And then my writer will pick up past passages and say they can't write like that any more and how the hell did they write something so incredible in the first place?
To which I reply: Less angsting, more writing.
Very considerate and sensitive.
:D
Yet, now I find myself in my writer's place... except I'm not being quite as positive to myself. When I say I can't write like that any more; when I say I can't find that voice again; when I say I'm doomed to failure... I agree. Cheerfully.
Yes, you are! Why not forget about it and have a nice cup of tea instead?
And that, my friends, is hypocrisy at work. Unfortunately, hypocrisy happens to share top spot with passive-aggressiveness on my list of My Most Hated Things (DIAF Pls). (This list also includes eggplant and people who think their brains are purely for plumping their skulls out.) But I digress.
I'm going to do my best to overcome this bout of hypocrisy and your good wishes would be most appreciated.
They'll be extra-appreciated if said good wishes come with good luck chocolates or snacks of some sort. :D
But no.
The feeling is exactly as though a coin has been tossed and I'm waiting for it to come down. As though something very spectacular is about to happen but I just don't know what. Meanwhile, I'm just watching... waiting for the coin to fall and for things to be set in place.
What things?
What place?
I have no idea. All I know is that it's a weirdly euphoric feeling.
Something that's not making me weirdly euphoric is this vague plan I have of doing something before Christmas. I can't say much more, since I'm going to be posting it here eventually - suffice to say, I'm both anticipating it and putting it off in one breath. That multi-tasking procrastination thing again.
And it has a lingering air of hypocrisy, due mostly to conversations I've been having with my writer lately.
Firstly, my writer will exclaim that it's impossible to finish this chapter. That they can't write fight scenes. That it's been too long since they last wrote and surely the standard of writing will have dropped due to lack of use.
To which I reply: Nonsense. Rubbish. Of course you can write fight scenes. Of course you can finish this chapter. Now shut up and get on with it.
I'm a very considerate, sensitive beta.
:D
And then my writer will pick up past passages and say they can't write like that any more and how the hell did they write something so incredible in the first place?
To which I reply: Less angsting, more writing.
Very considerate and sensitive.
:D
Yet, now I find myself in my writer's place... except I'm not being quite as positive to myself. When I say I can't write like that any more; when I say I can't find that voice again; when I say I'm doomed to failure... I agree. Cheerfully.
Yes, you are! Why not forget about it and have a nice cup of tea instead?
And that, my friends, is hypocrisy at work. Unfortunately, hypocrisy happens to share top spot with passive-aggressiveness on my list of My Most Hated Things (DIAF Pls). (This list also includes eggplant and people who think their brains are purely for plumping their skulls out.) But I digress.
I'm going to do my best to overcome this bout of hypocrisy and your good wishes would be most appreciated.
They'll be extra-appreciated if said good wishes come with good luck chocolates or snacks of some sort. :D
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on 2008-12-23 05:44 am (UTC)And that would be good. It would be very helpful, in fact. So thank-you. And I will accept your Rocky Road but I'll pass on the White Christmas (so you can continue not to eat it). I never worked out how to love White Christmas, really.
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on 2008-12-23 06:05 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-12-23 06:46 am (UTC)My biggest issue is that it always seems to have orange peel in it (White Christmas, not my head, obviously...). I do not get orange peel.
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on 2008-12-23 06:52 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-12-23 07:48 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-12-23 09:34 am (UTC)I totally lack a sweet tooth whatsoever... Perhaps I'm adopted?!