I love a good famous-person meltdown. I watched Eliot Spitzer go down with glee. Mitt Romney was a series of “I can’t believe he just did that” moments. There’s something about a person with power who is being a major ass and is then hauled over the coals for it that I can’t get enough of. So, I took some unholy glee in this editorial takedown of Paula Deen. I also love a well-articulated dismantling of things I look at in incoherent rage.
Now you get to take joy in my pain. I’m in writing limbo. I have completed draft 2, and am waiting for feedback on it from a friend of mine. Today I have a lull in my work life, and so I thought I’d go to the library or some other place of minimal distraction and work on the dreaded manuscript. But where do I begin?
I have some material limitations. I can’t print out the whole thing, because that would require buying new toner, and I’m way too lazy to do that. I can’t bring my computer to the library because then I’ll spend all day on the goddamned Internet, rather than on my work. I know myself that much. So I guess it’s just choosing a chapter and editing it. Taking some notes and writing them out longhand. Gasp.
How do you re-engage yourself with your work? It’s a struggle every fucking time.