Well, I made it to nine-thirty last night sans coffee. Plus, I managed to crank out 2400 words - thank goodness for the plot points I figured out the other night. Now I have a general idea what the next few scenes should be, and how to get from one to the other. Yay. Of course, I've got my heroine in a mess of crap, and the hero thinks she's purposefully trying to screw the pooch - neither of which I'm quite sure how to resolve. But that's the fun of plantstering.
In other news, a friend of mine posted her own accomplishments to her blog. She got her story back on track, and since she's not working right now, she managed to really crank out the words. I was thoroughly impressed and said so in her comments. She should be very proud of her work. Unfortunately, some nimrod felt the need to shit all over her in the comments. Like she had nothing to brag about. Feh.
The more I think about it, the more I'm inclined to think the jerkstick doesn't have anything in his own life to be proud of, so he feels the need to trash other peoples' accomplishments just to make himself feel better about his ultimate loser-ness. Kind of pathetic when you think about it.
I'm happy for any writer who cranks out beaucoup words. I'm thrilled when other writers get requests for partials and fulls. I'm tickled when I hear someone else got published, or that they found an agent. (Except of course if I know from personal experience that their writing just blows, which has only happened once.) I'm jealous, of course - who wouldn't be - but I don't let that jealousy overwhelm me. I want what they have, and someday I'll get it for myself. And I'll get it without raining on their parade. Thank you very much.
Now, here at The Writing Spectacle, I don't allow snerty comments like that to post. It's a waste of my time, and since I wouldn't let anyone come into my house with that attitude, I sure as hell don't want them here. (If you're the jerk in question, this means don't bother trying to spew nastiness here. I'll just delete it, so why waste your precious time?)
Okay. Since I'm all ranted out, and I'm still several quarts of caffiene low, I'll bid you all adieu for now. Have a great day.
And don't let the bastards grind you down.
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