Readers of Bleary/Cleaving

ato-the-bean:

So, you may remember that the second to last chapter of Cleaving featured a song called Honey Moon by David Poe, who is one of my all time favorite singer/songwriters.  Well…I GET TO SEE HIM PLAY IN JUST UNDER TWO WEEKS!  He’s coming to SF and the tickets are only $10 and I’m beside myself giddy.  Seriously.  And he knows I’ll be there and we’re exchanging FB comments and I’m totally fangirling.  So yeah.  That’s happening. 

Here’s a link to the song in case you want to remind yourself of how awesome he is…

I’M GOING TO SEE HIM IN TWO HOURS AND I’M FANGIRLING SO HARD!!!!

why writing takes forever

writer: *stops mid-sentence* damn what’s the word I want?
writer: *spends 25 minutes on google trying to figure out the right vocab word*
writer: *gets a paragraph done*
writer: *starts another sentence, stops* what is that really specific fact I need?
writer: *spends an hour trying to figure out this obscure thing that probably doesn’t actually matter*
writer: Wait what’s that thing called again?
writer: *has no idea how to search for what I need*
writer: *ends up digging through blogs and other archived websites for details*
writer: *needs to reference source material for fact checking*
writer: *has to eat and sleep at some point*
writer: should it be “she regards him with disdain” or “she glares at him with disdain” ??? (hint: it doesnt matter but gunna go back and forth over it for an hour)
writer: *gets distracted by the internet in general*
writer: HOW IS THIS ONLY 800 WORDS???????
writer: fuck proofreading
writer: okay fine i’ll proofread.
writer: holy shit this is awful.
writer: *reworks entire sections*
writer: *doesn’t think I’m good enough as a writer and stops for a few days*
writer: repeat process as needed.