With all the cooking analogies for writing, I think you all know that I like to cook. Not a fan of the dreary every night variety, more the once a week
let's really have some fun kind. It's a beautiful day, and it's Sunday which means the farmers' market is out there. Nothing makes me want to
cook and eat healthy like a beautiful day with a farmers' market within walking distance.
Me-ow.
Why does that go in the blog? Because it's part of the liberal arts thing needed for any kind of creative life. If you eat, sleep, and breathe "the job," maybe that's a virtue if it is literally a job and the job is accounting--but even there I doubt it. Your brain doesn't want to eat the same thing every day any more than you do. A work ethic is great, and it's the only way anything ever gets finished in this world, because that first bust of euphoria never lasts. Whether it's a new fandom or playing the piano, after that first rush, you've got to hunker down and do the work. It's not a rush, it is actually work, and that's why there are so many unfinished fanfics out there, I would imagine.
That said, you've also got to take a break now and then and refuel. Part of the creative process is to leave the pot simmering on the back burner for a while and go do something else.
Honestly? I think that's why I'm not making that much of an effort to play he DK ARG "their way." I have enough Gotham to manage in my free time as it is. Hell, I've got Bruce's and Ducard's swords on my wall as I write this. I have Selina's Cattitude mask on my desk. (Which reminds me, I owe you folks a picture of my desk when Cashmere isn't napping on it. Somebody remind me, please). Anyway, point is, I've got 3 chapters of someone else's Cat-Tales spinoff to read right now (which I am THRILLED about, btw, that is not a complaint by any stretch of the imagination), and in my mind's eye, I've got Harvey holding up a sign that says "Chapter 5" and giving me the puppy eyes treatment.
So, despite my curiosity about a certain ad about an animal shelter and a nightclub in the new Gotham Times, I'm making the conscious choice not to spend my Sunday bruteforcing my way through the 12 new websites they've got up. Yes. Despite being the Internet's foremost "she's got way too much time on her hands" batfan, and my absolute CERTAINTY that something big is going to happen on April 1, I'm going to the farmers' market and get the goodies to whip up some toasted onion fettuccine with pine nuts.
I recommend it for anyone doing anything creative either as work or a hobby. Not the pine nuts specifically, obviously, there will be none left for me. But taking a broad sampler platter approach to their free time.
That said, for the love of God, don't come back and try to blend it all into one story. The world does not need any more Justice League-24-Die Hard-Harry Potter-X Files-Lord of the Rings-House-Silence of the Lambs-Charmed-Iron Chef crossovers.
Me-ow.
Why does that go in the blog? Because it's part of the liberal arts thing needed for any kind of creative life. If you eat, sleep, and breathe "the job," maybe that's a virtue if it is literally a job and the job is accounting--but even there I doubt it. Your brain doesn't want to eat the same thing every day any more than you do. A work ethic is great, and it's the only way anything ever gets finished in this world, because that first bust of euphoria never lasts. Whether it's a new fandom or playing the piano, after that first rush, you've got to hunker down and do the work. It's not a rush, it is actually work, and that's why there are so many unfinished fanfics out there, I would imagine.
That said, you've also got to take a break now and then and refuel. Part of the creative process is to leave the pot simmering on the back burner for a while and go do something else.
Honestly? I think that's why I'm not making that much of an effort to play he DK ARG "their way." I have enough Gotham to manage in my free time as it is. Hell, I've got Bruce's and Ducard's swords on my wall as I write this. I have Selina's Cattitude mask on my desk. (Which reminds me, I owe you folks a picture of my desk when Cashmere isn't napping on it. Somebody remind me, please). Anyway, point is, I've got 3 chapters of someone else's Cat-Tales spinoff to read right now (which I am THRILLED about, btw, that is not a complaint by any stretch of the imagination), and in my mind's eye, I've got Harvey holding up a sign that says "Chapter 5" and giving me the puppy eyes treatment.
So, despite my curiosity about a certain ad about an animal shelter and a nightclub in the new Gotham Times, I'm making the conscious choice not to spend my Sunday bruteforcing my way through the 12 new websites they've got up. Yes. Despite being the Internet's foremost "she's got way too much time on her hands" batfan, and my absolute CERTAINTY that something big is going to happen on April 1, I'm going to the farmers' market and get the goodies to whip up some toasted onion fettuccine with pine nuts.
I recommend it for anyone doing anything creative either as work or a hobby. Not the pine nuts specifically, obviously, there will be none left for me. But taking a broad sampler platter approach to their free time.
That said, for the love of God, don't come back and try to blend it all into one story. The world does not need any more Justice League-24-Die Hard-Harry Potter-X Files-Lord of the Rings-House-Silence of the Lambs-Charmed-Iron Chef crossovers.
