Crazy Hours

As you probably know, I'm a high school student. Now, based upon your personal high school experience, you boo or cheer. I'm hoping for some boos because I hate school to the point of extreme abhorring and I kind of hope I'm not the only one. Okies, I'm going to stop talking about school before I get crazy depressed and do something I'll later regret. Because, you know, crazy hours = crazy mind. And crazy mind = crazy actions. Therefor, crazy hours = crazy actions!

Yeah, that was my lame excuse for math. I can't believe I'm in Geometry.

Oh, back on topic. Ha! (Still of topic, I guess) This time I have an excuse for jumping from topic to topic. It's about two in the morning and guess what? Everything's funny at two in the morning. *giggles*

I wish I had a nice job that started late or a nice part time job when I'm fresh out of college. I'll be able to do these crazy late hours without totally screwing up my sleep cycle. Doesn't that sound like fun? I have a love/hate relationship with writing in the wee hours of the morning. I love it because I write A LOT because I'm too tired and zombied out to catch typos. I hate it because I go back to it when I actually have half a working brain and wonder what the hell I meant.

I suppose, in a way, it's like being drunk of high.

Except, you know, it's strictly legal. And I can sorta kinda maybe remember things.

I'd be able to remember if I did anything stupid/hooked up/dirty danced. Haha, I'm joking. I'm a nice person. :P Maybe not so much of a nice person rather than a boring person.

Well yeah, pointless post as usual.

But late night/early morning writing kind of rules/sucks. I haven't really passed a final judgement on it yet.

I found this little baby from a tweet by Lauren Destefano. :) It's great, yes?

Insecure Writer's Group

Today is the day where the the insecure writers post one insecurity! Whoo~ I think all writers are insecure people. For goodness sake, what made us decide to hole up and make up characters instead of socializing with real ones? Unless you're schizophrenic, of course. Then you really have no other option.

Let's get crackin'! Here's my insecurity.

My stories suck.

Yeah, that's right. I know that every single writer thinks like this every now and then (ok, a lot) but it's all I can think about. Sometimes I'll stare at my screen with a panicked expression and my sister will snicker at me. I'm new to writing. It's a given that my stories will suck. 

But I still can't get over how terrible they are! Every single sentence sounds forced. My characters lack personality, or at the very least, a consistent personality. My main character is whiney and way too angry at the world. And the list goes on and on and on and ooooon~ Street lights~

Gah, I got sidetracked again. The quality (or lack of) in my stories depresses me. I must be masochistic because I still write anyways. It totally kills my social life and self esteem but I can't seem to stop! Who needs drugs when you have writing?

Procrastination

I like to think of procrastination as a disease, even though I have a lot of control over it. Like right now, for example. I know that I should be working on my Spanish project for orals tomorrow, but I've gotten this far and I want to bang my head against mi escritorio until my head's reduced to a bloody stump of a neck. Lovely, eh? (What, the run on sentence or the mental image?) Oh, other Julie's back! I suppose four hours straight of schoolwork is enough to make drive anyone insane.

But yes, as writer's we also deal with a lot of procrastination. I'm not the only one who has an irresistible need to check my twitter every few seconds or read another blog post, am I? Because if I am, then I'm a really pathetic creature.

The point of this extremely pointless and rambling post is that you can beat procrastination. Get your butt in the chair, turn off the internet, and write.

No, you cannot use laundry as an excuse.

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Well, I better follow my own advice. Off to finish the Spanish! Ugh...did I mention that I'm going to fail?