Oh dear, am spiralling down again.
I might have suspected, what with the acerbic posts about timed wanking over the last few days, and then this morning the weepy melancholy about t'younger son's birthday. Also, the procrastinatory activity of sink shining taken to obsessive proportions.
Well, at least I have got better at spotting the signs somewhat earlier than I used to be. I'm now trying to stave off the depths, or at least be prepared to move through them quickly. It's that sudden hopeless feeling, despite the sun shining on the tops of the foliage outside my eyrie window and a blustery wind making the shadows dance.
I think I am the sort of person who needs deadlines. So maybe the most profitable step at the moment would not be writing the book but getting a contract which means having a deadline. It doesn't even have to be with a febulous publisher. What use is a febulous publisher if you have no book? Better to have a book, full stop. So I'm going to time myself (on my new digital timer) for 15 minutes, writing just any old thing on my conference paper (which does have a deadline, after all, and is due in Atlanta mid-February and has Not Been Written), and then I'm going to spend another 20-30 minutes looking at past book proposals I've written and sent, including the one Yale rejected and what they said, and my scribbled revisions of that proposal. And I'm going to see if I can fix that up with minimum heartache and just send it to my present publisher and be done with it. Then, if they also reject it, I can move on to the next publisher down the line.
Okay, but even thinking that far ahead is making my lungs feel oppressed. So I'm just going to think 15 minutes paper and 15 minutes looking at past proposals.
*takes deep breath*
*wonders if this post should be friends locked; has collected so many unknown readers of late*
*decides not to bother for now but to 'monitor the situation', as they say*
*decides also that locking-or-not-locking paranoia is possibly a sign of the big black dog*
I might have suspected, what with the acerbic posts about timed wanking over the last few days, and then this morning the weepy melancholy about t'younger son's birthday. Also, the procrastinatory activity of sink shining taken to obsessive proportions.
Well, at least I have got better at spotting the signs somewhat earlier than I used to be. I'm now trying to stave off the depths, or at least be prepared to move through them quickly. It's that sudden hopeless feeling, despite the sun shining on the tops of the foliage outside my eyrie window and a blustery wind making the shadows dance.
I think I am the sort of person who needs deadlines. So maybe the most profitable step at the moment would not be writing the book but getting a contract which means having a deadline. It doesn't even have to be with a febulous publisher. What use is a febulous publisher if you have no book? Better to have a book, full stop. So I'm going to time myself (on my new digital timer) for 15 minutes, writing just any old thing on my conference paper (which does have a deadline, after all, and is due in Atlanta mid-February and has Not Been Written), and then I'm going to spend another 20-30 minutes looking at past book proposals I've written and sent, including the one Yale rejected and what they said, and my scribbled revisions of that proposal. And I'm going to see if I can fix that up with minimum heartache and just send it to my present publisher and be done with it. Then, if they also reject it, I can move on to the next publisher down the line.
Okay, but even thinking that far ahead is making my lungs feel oppressed. So I'm just going to think 15 minutes paper and 15 minutes looking at past proposals.
*takes deep breath*
*wonders if this post should be friends locked; has collected so many unknown readers of late*
*decides not to bother for now but to 'monitor the situation', as they say*
*decides also that locking-or-not-locking paranoia is possibly a sign of the big black dog*
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Date: 2005-01-21 05:29 am (UTC)Yes, or over-attention to the little things whilst ignoring the big things. At least this is what I tend to do. Fifteen minutes at a time, however grim, can help. Is there an option of doing something New at any point this weekend? (Unknown art gallery, Expedition to Anywhere, story-telling with Tarot cards, tearing up writing and making papier-mache lingam sculpture ...)
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Date: 2005-01-21 05:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-21 05:34 am (UTC)*decides also that locking-or-not-locking paranoia is possibly a sign of the big black dog*
Ah, yes. Most likely.
*gives you many many hugs*
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Date: 2005-01-21 05:49 am (UTC):-)
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Date: 2005-01-21 06:07 am (UTC)I have to say that I am exactly the same. I get so much more done under time pressure.
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Date: 2005-01-23 02:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-21 06:42 am (UTC)maybe we can encourage one another!!!
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Date: 2005-01-23 02:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-21 08:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-23 02:43 pm (UTC)*stares at icon for three minutes*
Oh, Baby!Dom! Those were the days.
I have taken up two kinds of physical activity (because I used to do none) for the very reason you mention. Every Monday I go swimming, and every Thursday I do yoga. It might be helpful to do more yoga, little sessions throughout the week. But then when I'm down, I'm too down to do it! It's a stupid, stupid situation.
Thank you! :-)
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Date: 2005-01-21 09:39 am (UTC)n.x :)
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Date: 2005-01-23 02:45 pm (UTC)Still, though, I have been depressed at 35 degrees and constant sunshine. But I also know that it's depressive-talk to universalise everything and to allow no mitigating circumstances!
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Date: 2005-01-21 11:44 am (UTC)Personally, I would say stick to the idea of deadlines, make them small and achievable and add tangible rewards for meeting them. But if you don't meet them, forgive yourself and remember that you can't have a productive day every day. I feel terrible when I feel I haven't achieved what I set out to, but then I remind myself that most people are happy just to get through a day.
I also find that fast-forwarding through a Viggo movie and stopping at all the good bits cheers me up, but that's just me. (I realise there are some people who are quite unaffected by Walk on the Moon, though I will never be able to totally empathise with them.)
Hope the black dog turns out to be a much-loved godfather really.
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Date: 2005-01-23 02:48 pm (UTC)That's such good advice. I know that I tend never to forgive myself, I see every non-achievement as a symptom of the general hopelessness and inadequacy of myself. I've added a reminder email to my Yahoo calendar: Not achieved anything today? Forgive yourself! Thanks so much for suggesting it.
I also find that fast-forwarding through a Viggo movie and stopping at all the good bits cheers me up, but that's just me.
*snorts* (*would cackle if were feeling more cheerful*) Viggo does so little for me! Except he does have quite a nice, trim penis, I grant you that. Still, though, I have my comfort movies (Kuch Kuch Hota Hai!).
Hope the black dog turns out to be a much-loved godfather really.
*ggg*
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Date: 2005-01-21 12:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-23 02:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-24 11:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-21 04:50 pm (UTC)Go for little deadlines, that's a great idea. It's so much harder when there is no external structure.
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Date: 2005-01-23 02:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-22 12:04 am (UTC)Does this mean I get to go home with you, Nice Lady? Do you have Treats and Crunchy Good Things to share with big black Dogs?
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Date: 2005-01-23 02:51 pm (UTC)*smiles*
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Date: 2005-01-23 08:08 pm (UTC)With sympathy and much understanding,
Fuschia