First off, I trumped some of you with 133

[pseydtonne]

Now, on to business. I haven't made any great entries in a while. In fact, I've done shit for writing in the past few months. The one thing I wrote that comes closest to a good composition was an email I sent some folks asking if they wanted to do brunch. It just started rolling into this vision of a party I'd like to hold. I'd tell y'all more, but...

Maybe I should admit something about me and drugs: I like them. I only like them in sporadic doses. I don't like all of them. I am especially not a fan of cocaine or its freebase derivatives, considering what they've done to my family and friends. I made a web site making fun of crack to handle my feelings. I don't update it. I still like certain drugs.

If I start talking about drugs, I run the risk of being interpreted about that. You're not supposed to talk about your crimes in public, after all.

I often feel like I'm a crappy writer compared to many of you and many of my friends. You guys can say things succinctly. epanastatis has gotten really good at expressing himself on here and has grown a following. I've grown dust on my keyboard. He's smarter than I am by a lot. Until I met him, I'd never met anyone who could just outthink me on every topic. I shouldn't be whining.

The only way to get better is to keep working. I'm getting better at my job because I keep working on my pitches. I can see the dollar-amount results of that effort each month, so I keep working on it. When I sell a little more HBO or a few more triple installs, I can buy more toys. I may have to invent a reward so that I will work more on my writing.

I've blown some time in the past couple months getting my computer tweaked. It's the nesting instinct -- I can't sit until I've made biscuits in the preference files. I've made the last major tweak, the one that lets me use my Red Hat 9 partition in Fluxbox with a terminal the way I like it: [exec] (blando-term) {xterm -bg DarkBlue -fg LightGreen -rightbar -xrm "xterm*font: lucidasanstypewriter-14"}. Upshot: I have no more excuses for avoiding writing.

I'm tempted to review a few albums I like, talk about random non-event shit, and get the rambling going. I'll ditch the sense of personality for a while. I'll just write. I've said something like this before. I'll probably say it again.

What do y'all think? Overdoing it? Lemme know.

-request for comment, Ps/d

Comments

[metahacker.livejournal.com]

Write.

Write.

Write some more.

Write about stuff that isn't you.

Write about stuff that *is* you.

Write about stuff that REALLY interests you, but in a style you don't usually use - maybe fictionalized as opposed to reporting, or as a newspaper article as opposed to dear-diary.

There are many people smarter than you in the world. Not all of them are better writers, believe me. I have to read their journal articles. (The converse is also true).

Write. You've still got most of that million words of shit to get through.