can I have a heaping helping of fml?
May. 28th, 2010 02:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coyotesuspectProfessor: I watched a man drown once.
Entire class: D:
Professor: *chuckles as if reminiscing fondly*
Entire class: *jerks away from professor*
Professor: I don't know why I chuckled at that.
Entire class: . . .
Professor: *chuckles again*
~~~
Mmm. School. Speaking of, guess what I'm not doing right now? That's right. School. Since yesterday I've written something like 5000 words of ridiculous J2 AU which is not any of the essays or fannish obligations I should be writing.
And, I'm just. I'm almost done. Maybe 1000 to another 2000 words, and it's been so long since I've actually written anything, let alone finished anything (hello oddly productive winter quarter!). That I don't even want to sleep, even though it actually hurts to look at my screen right now and I'll be incredibly busy the next two days because of the Art Festival.
So I'm breaking my hiatus to whine at you about my poor life decisions. Which are poor.
And I still can't write porn. Goddammit.
~~~
ETA: Have a poem:
The Blue Boat
How late the daylight edges
toward the northern night
as though journeying
in a blue boat, gilded in mussel shell
with, slung from its mast, a lantern
like our old idea of the soul
-Kathleen Jamie
Entire class: D:
Professor: *chuckles as if reminiscing fondly*
Entire class: *jerks away from professor*
Professor: I don't know why I chuckled at that.
Entire class: . . .
Professor: *chuckles again*
~~~
Mmm. School. Speaking of, guess what I'm not doing right now? That's right. School. Since yesterday I've written something like 5000 words of ridiculous J2 AU which is not any of the essays or fannish obligations I should be writing.
And, I'm just. I'm almost done. Maybe 1000 to another 2000 words, and it's been so long since I've actually written anything, let alone finished anything (hello oddly productive winter quarter!). That I don't even want to sleep, even though it actually hurts to look at my screen right now and I'll be incredibly busy the next two days because of the Art Festival.
So I'm breaking my hiatus to whine at you about my poor life decisions. Which are poor.
And I still can't write porn. Goddammit.
~~~
ETA: Have a poem:
The Blue Boat
How late the daylight edges
toward the northern night
as though journeying
in a blue boat, gilded in mussel shell
with, slung from its mast, a lantern
like our old idea of the soul
-Kathleen Jamie
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Date: 2010-05-28 08:18 pm (UTC)Isn't that how it always happens? Fic won't come and it won't come and then when you have to do other stuff it comes and bites you in the butt - and it's not even the fic you had waiting on the sidelines or have been wanting to work on otherwise, it's entirely new shit? SYMPATHY. It sucks, man.
(Advice from a UChicago student: If you read Freud or Marcuse (sosc) they pretty much explain it all - repression of libido which is creative-reproductive-sensual energy, sublimation into work that makes libido's release unfulfilling so you have even MORE yen to do the creative-sensual-fun stuff, and then with unplanned ficcing it's released through art/sensual activity - which frustrates your conscious because it knows it has to get work done instead of spending time making yourself feel satisfied.)
(apparently the solution is to convince yourself that work is actually play. have not yet mastered that :/)