Grind, Grind, Grind
Aug. 21st, 2013 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_gneechThe month of August grinds on. The day is spent banging my head against ColdFusion security holes (Adobe, you've really butchered CF, you know that, right?), the night is spent doing errands or working on getting the house ready to sell until we're sick of it, at which point I put it down and switch to WoW until just a bit later than I should stay up.
To use a very geeky metaphor, it feels like![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lythandra and I are Frodo and Sam trudging our way across Mordor-- the end of the journey is plainly visible and has been for ages, but it's still far away and we're just plain getting tired of it all. (As for which of us is Sam and which is Frodo, I won't express an opinion; the interested reader is left to speculate for themselves.)
To extend the metaphor, like Frodo being unable to remember the taste of food or what flowers look like, I find myself losing track of all those story ideas and pieces of art I wanted to do once the transition to full time is actually made. I expect it will come back to me once I can actually devote myself to it, but right now it's kind of a scary feeling to try to call up things that once dominated my thoughts only to find a dark void in their place.
But it's not all doom and despair-- enough of my creative spark still burns that I managed to get out a Fictionlet yesterday, and bits of filk ideas periodically float through my head. I'm pretty sure that it just boils down to stress. I just need to keep going for five more weeks.
That's as many as 35 days! And that's terrible.
-The Gneech
To use a very geeky metaphor, it feels like
lythandra and I are Frodo and Sam trudging our way across Mordor-- the end of the journey is plainly visible and has been for ages, but it's still far away and we're just plain getting tired of it all. (As for which of us is Sam and which is Frodo, I won't express an opinion; the interested reader is left to speculate for themselves.)To extend the metaphor, like Frodo being unable to remember the taste of food or what flowers look like, I find myself losing track of all those story ideas and pieces of art I wanted to do once the transition to full time is actually made. I expect it will come back to me once I can actually devote myself to it, but right now it's kind of a scary feeling to try to call up things that once dominated my thoughts only to find a dark void in their place.
But it's not all doom and despair-- enough of my creative spark still burns that I managed to get out a Fictionlet yesterday, and bits of filk ideas periodically float through my head. I'm pretty sure that it just boils down to stress. I just need to keep going for five more weeks.
That's as many as 35 days! And that's terrible.
-The Gneech
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Date: 2013-08-22 06:00 pm (UTC)Keep moving! You'll make it to Mount Doom eventually. Just remember to throw your job into the lava and not keep it so you can become the soulless leader of your corporation. :D
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Date: 2013-08-22 07:10 pm (UTC)-The Gneech