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[acedia]

It's crummy to realize that shyness can manifest itself in text as easily as in blood and breath. My life-long bouts of silence have been interpreted variously as arrogance, wisdom, strength, boredom, apathy, superiority, guile - anything more interesting than doubt, looping exponentially. No one is much falling for it anymore, though

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[low_delta]

Significance? I always wonder that when I see that first entry after an extended LJ vacation. But only for a second.

[t_pot]

frequency doesn't matter to me. i always read and follow your thoughts and speculations with interest.

wishes for a good work,
Rick

[acedia]

Thanks!

[sekushina_mushi]

After 8 months of work, I've finished the first draft of Booth & Trudy, so that's something at least. I thought getting to this point would exalt and energize me, but strangely had the opposite effect. Possibly that's due to the fact I now have to attend to all the stuff I put off, using "finishing my script" as an excuse.

Hi. You don't know me, but I was reading your journal, and I came across this posting.

I don't know if this relates to what you're feeling, but when I finished my first novel, a work I lived and breathed for three years, I felt nothing resembling exaltation. It felt empty and cold to have finished something that was my life for so long. I wanted nothing but to start at the beginning and do it all over again... When you're creating, your energy is focused on one thing, becoming more important than all other "stuff," and thusly, everything else falls to the side. But the other stuff doesn't matter. I say start another script. :)