Category Archives: Derp of the Day

Generally embarrassing moments.

I don’t have writer’s block, denial

…well, not exactly.

I’m highly distracted, by television and twitter and facebook and all of those things I should know how to turn off by now. I used to prefer quiet to noisebox.

Now I’ve acquired a way to carry around a host of distractions in my hand, it’s only grown worse. I used to sneer at people who never put down their cell phones; and now I am one. Productivity, naturally, has taken a nosedive.

The more I learn about writing, the more critical I become of my own. And, when I feel discouraged, I can almost always find something to do that does not feel like an uphill struggle.

Nanowrimo left me behind. It depresses me that I don’t have the raw output (or the great idea, or even a rough plot) required to put into a novel-length work.

I edit while I’m writing; which is a really bad bad BAD habit.

I throw away ideas for being too trivial, or too difficult, or too big, or too small. My favorite haunts are part of the problem; a drabble is too small to contain “real” characters or “real” plots, yet I have no “markets,” no place to contribute longer fiction. So there’s another excuse to not write it at all.

And I’m drowning in unwritten ideas, yet cannot finish a story in time to match prompt [X] before deadline [Y].

Prompts aren’t helping, in my current state.

In short, I have ten thousand excuses to not write. Taking it way more seriously that necessary.

Psychoanalysis time! Doc, help me out of this Flop Sweat funk.

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And reading all of that, I realize it is a classic writer’s doubt block, that I’ll need to learn to deal with. Let’s start with turning off the T.V. After this episode of Blindspot. And lunch. (fail)

My wisdom for today, young grasshopper

Writing is fun.

Editing is meh.

Publishing, even ezmode self-publishing, is not fun at all. Except on one or two sites; that make the SP experience fairly painless, but don’t sell any books to speak of.

And Smashwords (you heard it here first) absolutely blows. Run away if you can.

Alternated most of the morning between being sick (big V and bid D, yay!) and tracking down obscure little xhtml errors in the epub. So, yeah, I’m in a great mood to take on publishers!

Spring-ball thang

Okay, for today’s embarrassing moment, I have a silly bit of general clumsiness (and tragic loss) to share.

This silly little thing:

Which appears to be officially titled a “mixing ball” comes with smoothie jugs, drinking bottles, etc.—to help stir up whatever you’re shaking in the container. Probably only marginally  useful, I suppose.

But anyway, it’s made of springy stainless steel. And belongs to Annie. I was washing dishes, and tossed it rather carelessly into the drying rack.

Sproing. It took (of course) the worst possible bounce, right over the end of the counter and back behind the fridge.

When a couple of big guys with a dolly pull the fridge out in some-odd years, I’m sure they’ll scratch their heads and wonder what this dusty, rusty thing is doing back there.

And I run a husband-point deficit for the day, whatever few points I may have squeaked out of doing the dishes is more than lost. Can’t cost more than a buck or two, but lord ::eyeroll:: what fools these mortals be. One of them, anyway.

And that’s the inaugural issue of Derp of the Day! Fascinating, right? See you next time I feel stupid enough to share!

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Additional embarrassment <–I always wanna spell that with only one “r”.