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I'm in a weird ideaspace. Sacrifices and balances and stuff like that. Comes of talking to another professional writer.

When I'm on the job, my usual output is between 1500 and 2000 words a night. I can do that seven nights a week (though I try to have two nights off a week to stay sane). When I'm not at work, I can get 3000 words a day.

I've been known to do stupid things, like spending a couple of weeks without free time to write 23,000 words in two weeks.

And I do it all with a day job. I'm out of here at half past seven, back at half five at the earliest. Come seven or whenever, I fire up the word processor, and work until I'm done. This isn't normal, but it's the only way I can make enough that I can pay the rent and bills.

I'm very strange in this regard, I know.

I'm jonesing to write something like I used to. Something powered by anger, a short sharp shout to the world. I'm really after writing the sort of thing I used to because that'd mean putting it online right away. Æternal Legends has sold some, but I've not seen anyone actually talking about it in a meaningful way I can interact with, beyond one thread on RPG.net. Tribes doesn't come out until the new year at the earliest, from what I see on the release schedule. There's Only Music won't see the light of day for almost a year.

I want to write something and see what people think about it. I want to see some fucking feedback, already. Nobody bothers reviewing Werewolf books for RPG.net.

I want to cut the fuck loose. But I have redlines breathing down my neck, jerking me back. Hopefully, this feeling will pass


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I had more than that. I had a whole bunch of crap, but my ankle's playing up[0] and I can't concentrate and I had to hoover. But J. brought me coke and a biscuit, which makes things a lot better.

Mmm. Bikkit.

[0]: Which spacktard decided that brogues were somehow smarter footwear than boots? Fucking brogues over a gravel court, Recipie for fucking my feet in short order, more like. Give me docs any day. Boots that are made from leather and comfy soles and cock-off lumps of steel.

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mythdude
Oct. 2nd, 2007 09:07 pm (UTC)
I know how that is, wanting to hear about what people think of your project. Just try to relax and enjoy the time you have, because Lord knows you'll probably get really angry when some fuckwad who didn't read Tribes or There's Only Music closely posts a review saying "This supplment sucks and its crap. There just trying to take more of your monies." And it will have all those grammatical errors in it too.
digitalraven
Oct. 3rd, 2007 04:46 pm (UTC)
You forget the WW forums. You forget Magical Ranting Bastard Stew.

I want the fuckwad reviews. Because then there's something to rage against, someone is at least talking about what I've done. I want some bastards to eat.
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