Veronica Mars has been cancelled. It’s one of the best shows on TV and it’s no more. How can that be? I’m in mourning. 😦 I don’t know how Rob Thomas can make such absolutely impossible situations seem so realistic. I think that’s the key to most of the shows on WB. They’re larger than life but we still know the people.
I’m still in shock that Melinda got voted off Idol last night. HOW did that happen? She was fabulous.Dh hates AI, but he said he’d go see Melinda in concert.
And Ugly Betty, totally NOT a comedy tonight. Major Kleenex moments.
Writing: I’m a mess. I’ve read a ton, but I keep waffling on the writing. And I know that’s crazy. How can I go from writing all the time to just stopping? The ideas are there. The characters are there. Heck, I’ve got two books plotted out and a couple ready for revisions. But I don’t write.
Until this Tuesday, it almost made sense. I mean I’ve been swamped at work. Swamped beyond belief. But in 99 I wrote a book while working on my thesis and finishing up my graduate work in English. So it’s not that I can’t. It’s that I don’t want it bad enough. I’ve never felt like this before. It should hurt more. It should feel like the time I got the rejection on a second set of requested revisions without a request to see more of my work. Or, I don’t know, like a break up or problems in a relationship. The writer part of me has been as big a part of my life as a family member, closer than a lot of them. So now that we’re not speaking to each other, I should feel something monumental. Not this awareness that almost feels like sad acceptance.
I have a friend who’s surrounded herself with only the positive. I’m sure she’d say this kind of post is just filling me with negative energy which translates to less writing and more rejections. But it doesn’t feel negative. It just feels normal.