I have been doing more futzing than writing this week, but some bits of said futzing:
If you want to get away from it all, the Gibraltar Point residency programme looks so cool. I won’t be applying, plus the deadline is over, but it warms my heart to read that one could get a month of rent, food, and optional social programmes paid for. Amazing.
Places for writers is dangerous, because I keep thinking of projects for nearly every thing they put up. How about finishing the ones I’ve started, hmm?
I adore my friend TE, who is as terrible at keeping in touch as I am I think (although really I suck the most). Because whenever we get back in touch she always asks about my writing and book. For the last 15 years.
Magdalynn is contemplating writing a dark fantasy story just to take Anne Bishop’s workshop that’s coming up in March here as a part of some sf convention we are attending just for that reason. (We don’t FanGirl often, but when we do, we do!) Sassy’s response was that she could write Mary Sue San fanfic. But wait, isn’t she /actually/ the love interest?
… and the dark piece of that is that in thinking about an Anne Bishop workshop, I don’t think there is anything I have to learn from her. I mean I think her world and characters are cool, exceeding my imagination for sure, and yay she published and makes money and all those professional things I don’t. There’s no question she’s a better pro. But the actual writing? No, I egoistically think I actually write the same or better as far as that goes. I just may not have other things you can’t learn, like something to say and capacity to finish the damn thing.
Carl just told me to stop getting my pinched look, so I will, and go to bed now so I have energy to actually write tomorrow.
