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The Weather Outside is Frightful....
Dec. 13th, 2008 10:01 amI had bizarre and somewhat disturbing dreams last night. And I know exactly why I did, which I'm thankful for, otherwise I'd be a paranoid ball of angst this morning.
I essentially had a nightmare that I was pulled into a trial sort of situation by a bunch of people on my Flist, and my 'artistic merit' was up for debate. I was stripped and shoved into the middle of this circular room surrounded by the jury, and told I was a terrible writer, I was a terrible person, I would never amount to anything, that nothing I'd written was good and people were only humoring me because of my disabilities. I was told I was a disgrace to every single person who ever called themselves a writer, and it was time I paid for my crimes against the written word and those who read it.
Then it gets rather nasty and unpleasant and I'll spare you the details.
This is what I get for reading Stephen King before bed. I was reading a piece that dealt heavily with author insecurity and accusations, after reading one of King's essays on writer's paranoia and how he feels about poor reviews. Still, it was terribly unpleasant.
We're going to be getting snow and wind up to 60 MPH today. I'm going to spend the day baking and RPing, I think.
I essentially had a nightmare that I was pulled into a trial sort of situation by a bunch of people on my Flist, and my 'artistic merit' was up for debate. I was stripped and shoved into the middle of this circular room surrounded by the jury, and told I was a terrible writer, I was a terrible person, I would never amount to anything, that nothing I'd written was good and people were only humoring me because of my disabilities. I was told I was a disgrace to every single person who ever called themselves a writer, and it was time I paid for my crimes against the written word and those who read it.
Then it gets rather nasty and unpleasant and I'll spare you the details.
This is what I get for reading Stephen King before bed. I was reading a piece that dealt heavily with author insecurity and accusations, after reading one of King's essays on writer's paranoia and how he feels about poor reviews. Still, it was terribly unpleasant.
We're going to be getting snow and wind up to 60 MPH today. I'm going to spend the day baking and RPing, I think.
