Whinging about writing

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please ban the following words because I am sick of them

secret

mysterious

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sorry everyone my bad

“Whittling” was a spelling error

The word is WITLING = A person who considers themselves to be witty

Although the definition does still omit the part about the witling actually not being witty.

Even so, sorry Susie Dent, for trying to put you on the spot!

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Whittling

Does not (appear to) mean somebody who thinks they are funny, but aren’t, according to my searches

All I find is Whittle: carve an object from wood

Maybe that’s the joke.

Maybe to carve an object from wood is an euphemism for thinking one is funny, when one isn’t.

I’m always carving an object from wood.

I’m carving an object from wood right now.

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where do you all buy your concentration?

can I get it on the internet?

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I love to create folders

Do you love to create folders?

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I complain about my cat a lot

Because he hurts my productivity

With his cuddly demands

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writing dialogue

- Hello I’m a man in a play

- Hello I’m a woman in a play

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you know when you’re writing

and your cat comes and sits on your lap

and you have half a mind of pushing said cat off and shutting him out

but you don’t

because cat

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I just finished reading BRAVE NEW WORLD

I just finished reading Brave New World by Aldous Huxley.

And I just don’t get why people call it dystopian.

Maybe I am dumb, but it is certainly a better world than this one. It solves many of this world’s biggest problems, making it a kind of equal. (At least it doesn’t go into third world nations and whether or not they are still around.)

Yeah there is some kind of “world control man”...? Who may or may not function as a kind if “big bad”, but I just don’t see. “I WANT EVERYBODY TO BE HAPPY!!! MWAHAHAHAAAA!”

It’s not like he hogs all the profit and everybody else is impoverished. Clearly everybody has what they need, food, shelter, drugs, entertainment, cash to splash and desire nothing else.

I honestly do not see the problem. Blissful ignorance. Yes please. Where do I sign up?

And if by chance you should wind up something of an individual, you can always go to an island somewhere and be yourself! Awesome, apparently! Depends who you ask.

Or am I missing between-the-lines stuff and subtle things?

And no amount of quoting Shakespeare is going to make me choose suffering over happiness! There are times when a writer’s passion for something shines through more than it is necessary. What’s Shakespeare got to do with it? You like Othello. I get it.

(And where did John even get all the Shakespeare? I must have skipped a paragraph somewhere. His mum didn’t have Shakespeare stowed away did she? How would she have had Shakespeare stowed away somewhere?)

Overall score: 3/5

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I wanna know

Have you ever seen the rain?

Well, have you?

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my cat is 15

I often throw him at treat to get him out of my bedroom at night. Sometimes he can’t find it although it’s like right under his nose.

But don’t you think that if I am in the kitchen making tuna salad and he is outdoors and I am pouring corn in the bowl, he will know what’s coming!

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IT’S TOO HOT

I’ve been doing great so far.

BUT IT’S TOO HOT!!!

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By all means don’t write on your camp project when you feel unwell begin a new one instead why don’t you

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It used to be that my cat would get off my lap and go and lie on the window sill. I go away for a sec and when I’m back my chair is taken.

Now he just gets off, stands on my desk and stares at me until I get out of my chair.

I mean rudeness that can not be counted on ones fingers!

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It often feels like there is something I just don’t get.

Like there is some profound insight to be had, that will entirely change my perspective and just make me understand how to approach the whole planning business.

Although I haven’t done a lot if you measure writing acchievement in word quantity, this has been one of the better writing events for me experiencewise. It still feels like things are alive and breathing.

But there is still that sense of not knowing where it is going. Future events are a vague blur at best.

I wish this event was for two months.

I’d like to come across a truly perspective changing post, one that would meet me exactly where I am and lead me where I need to me. That would be nice.

I want to know what the story is

I want you to show me

(I looked for Foreigner in the gif search box. I am glad that all that came up was this:)

(Woo I saw Queen in there!)

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In a chain of “inspirational” posts for writers, somebody posted a quote from Tolkien where he said he did not know who Strider was when he first wrote him.

No offence, fans of the books, but I think it is pretty obvious that Tolkien didn’t know who a lot of characters were when he wrote Lord of the Rings. It really is like he was whinging it, although he did it with great style and with a lot nicer words than I ever could.

It’s a bit like that sort of artwork, where the colouring is so good it almosts covers up the fact that the actual drawing isn’t quite as good.

I suppose that before there were computers, where it is easy to write any old crap and rewrite it a billion different times, maybe there were those who wanted to be a bit economic with their paper and ink use. So even though a lot of older books are well written, the plots do often suffer a lot. I get the typical image of the writer, looking for just the write word at every paragraph. None of that ‘just write!’ crap back then!

All I’m saying that it is fine to enjoy Lord of the Rings and classic literature and that. I like Lord of the Rings. But it violates many of the modern writing “rules” and not in a way I consider good.

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Silmarillion

And it came to pass

That it is said

That until Maeglin was twelve years old, he was known as Hey, Kid!