It's easy being green
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
And no, this post has nothing to do with renewable resources or global warming. ;)
I'm talking about being green with envy, the other four-letter word that starts with E. The primary one is evil, in case you wanted to know, but you can't be green with evil unless you're the Wicked Witch of the West. And she wasn't evil, just misunderstood. ;)
Where was I? Oh, right: envy. What has encouraged this outpouring of an emotion that I try to avoid dipping a toe into? Great words by so many others!
It's all because I took a look at my staggering TBR (to be read) pile and struggled to select a novel to reward myself with as I wrap things up before the holidays.
While I'd normally find motivation, celebration and overall excitement by reading great books, I'm afraid these fabulous words have sent my muse sobbing into the corner. She refuses to come back out until I present her with a box of Godivas, a case of Diet Coke and a scantily clad Josh Holloway.
And I'll be damned if I'm going to stop reading; it's my reward for working so darn hard for the past few weeks. And something that I look forward to doing on long subway rides or to round out the end of a long day. But the sniffling in the background is really distracting at times, especially when she's blowing her nose and muttering: "I'm not worthy" every so often.
What's a writer to do?
The chocolates and Diet Cokes have been strategically placed near the computer desk, now if only I could come through on that last request...
I'm talking about being green with envy, the other four-letter word that starts with E. The primary one is evil, in case you wanted to know, but you can't be green with evil unless you're the Wicked Witch of the West. And she wasn't evil, just misunderstood. ;)
Where was I? Oh, right: envy. What has encouraged this outpouring of an emotion that I try to avoid dipping a toe into? Great words by so many others!
It's all because I took a look at my staggering TBR (to be read) pile and struggled to select a novel to reward myself with as I wrap things up before the holidays.
While I'd normally find motivation, celebration and overall excitement by reading great books, I'm afraid these fabulous words have sent my muse sobbing into the corner. She refuses to come back out until I present her with a box of Godivas, a case of Diet Coke and a scantily clad Josh Holloway.
And I'll be damned if I'm going to stop reading; it's my reward for working so darn hard for the past few weeks. And something that I look forward to doing on long subway rides or to round out the end of a long day. But the sniffling in the background is really distracting at times, especially when she's blowing her nose and muttering: "I'm not worthy" every so often.
What's a writer to do?
The chocolates and Diet Cokes have been strategically placed near the computer desk, now if only I could come through on that last request...
posted by Bonnie Staring at 11:41 AM
5 Comments:
What did you read?
Ok and you are so worthy. Believe me I feel the same way to when I read other peoples stuff.
It's because we're too close to what we write. We never think it's finished, never think it's good enough.
Ya know, Bonnie... I lurk here often, but the SURE WAY to get my lazy ass to comment is to post JH. *drool*
Thanks
*le sigh*
You're totally right, Amy. And this extraneous envy bubbled over with a cute little chick-lit Christmas anthology I won at the meeting: Shop 'til Yule Drop. Aliesia Holliday, Naomi Neale and Stephanie Rowe all had me in their thrall.
Oh Wylie, I don't even watch Lost anymore and I'm still in lurve with JH! Thanks for lurking!
A picture of Josh can make someone in a coma feel better. Who else has asked Santa for the third season of Lost on DVD this year?
Thanks for the picture, Bonnie, and thanks for the post. The green with envy curse is one reason I try not to read anything while I'm in the middle of my WIP. I'm already shaky enough trying to get through the black wall of death (otherwise known as the middle of the book)so I can't cope when I read an awesome book.
Of course, after today's post I will now stare at Josh when I hit that dreaded wall...
Ooh, I love your "black wall of death" description, Nelsa! I might even make up some postcards to send to friends and family that say "Greetings from the black wall of death" -- just so they know what to expect from me: whining and moaning. LOL
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