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Bibunny, maybe you should scrap that idea that you are needing confidence to be awesome altogether and decide to unabashedly write crap. I mean it, just stop thinking and vomit your craptastic words and just see what happens. Leave the knowing you won't actually write crap to the rest of us, and you can thank us later. :D

My brother reminds me often that flying is actually just a failure to fall. Sometimes it really is all about perspective. He is a pretty successful guy and one of my favorite people. :)
 
Bibunny, maybe you should scrap that idea that you are needing confidence to be awesome altogether and decide to unabashedly write crap. I mean it, just stop thinking and vomit your craptastic words and just see what happens. Leave the knowing you won't actually write crap to the rest of us, and you can thank us later. :D

My brother reminds me often that flying is actually just a failure to fall. Sometimes it really is all about perspective. He is a pretty successful guy and one of my favorite people. :)

:rose: Thank you. You're right, I really need to do this. :heart:
 
@BB, it's worth remembering that confidence is earned through trial and not gifted like an orange at Christmas. The only way you're going to gain confidence in your ability to put words on a page is to put a lot of fucking words on the page. You already have the skills to do the triage later but the confidence will have to grow through exercise.
 
@BB, it's worth remembering that confidence is earned through trial and not gifted like an orange at Christmas. The only way you're going to gain confidence in your ability to put words on a page is to put a lot of fucking words on the page. You already have the skills to do the triage later but the confidence will have to grow through exercise.

*Sigh* I know. :(

I just get frustrated. Like, how can other people--and it's almost invariably men of a certain type--write the dumbest things ever, yet still be so convinced that it's the most fantastic thing that ever was, while I get so mired down in how awful everything I do is that I can't do anything? :rolleyes:
 
*Sigh* I know. :(

I just get frustrated. Like, how can other people--and it's almost invariably men of a certain type--write the dumbest things ever, yet still be so convinced that it's the most fantastic thing that ever was, while I get so mired down in how awful everything I do is that I can't do anything? :rolleyes:
Imposter syndrome, yep. :(
 
I really do need to stop giving my time and attention to people who don't deserve it.
 
I was going to post in the pissed-off-thread and the fuck-cancer threads, but my comments seem so...i dunno, pointless next to everyone else's bigdrama xD I suppose I should just thank my luck rather than whinge.
 
After sitting on a bunch of domain names to no purpose I just put them up for auction. The evaluations surprised me in a good way.
 
Naturally the property I want to look at is on the only map for that area that I don't have quick access to.
Cuz that just the way the world goes 'round.
 
A couple contacted me last week - the woman is a cancer survivor - because they want me to print a short run of a recipe book they'd compiled to raise funds for three local cancer charities. I did what I could with the price I quoted them, they were happy, and everything was ready to go.

I got an email this morning from her, saying that the three charities that she's raising funds for are not happy about being listed together on the cover, so could I do a price for printing three separate covers?

And I find that sad, somehow. This woman has put a lot of time and effort in to compile the book in the first place when she's clearly not well or strong yet. I am printing the thing for no profit, and yet the charities we are trying to help are causing more cost, and therefore reducing the funds available to them, by being picky. We aren't talking a nationwide publication here - just a few hundred copies. I don't get it at all.
 
A couple contacted me last week - the woman is a cancer survivor - because they want me to print a short run of a recipe book they'd compiled to raise funds for three local cancer charities. I did what I could with the price I quoted them, they were happy, and everything was ready to go.

I got an email this morning from her, saying that the three charities that she's raising funds for are not happy about being listed together on the cover, so could I do a price for printing three separate covers?

And I find that sad, somehow. This woman has put a lot of time and effort in to compile the book in the first place when she's clearly not well or strong yet. I am printing the thing for no profit, and yet the charities we are trying to help are causing more cost, and therefore reducing the funds available to them, by being picky. We aren't talking a nationwide publication here - just a few hundred copies. I don't get it at all.

Ego is a cancer in all human relations.
 
Running the emotional gamut it seems. Coming down from the weekend's euphoria. Puppy piles only work as therapy when they never end...

Either way though, now that I can once again breathe without too many emotions clouding my judgement - Thank you. For being you. Letting me be me. For making me feel like maybe I'm not a freak after all. For introducing me to people who are all the right types of crazy. Thank you. No matter what, *this* is what I will always remember.
 
I fixed a leaking toilet!

Next quest: Saving Princess Peach, possibly grow a mustache.
 
A week or so ago I crowed about having replaced the battery in my ancient iPhone, which I still like to use to play music in the car and at my desk. Unfortunately, there is a new ailment to diagnose: the battery loses charge eve when the device is turned completely off. Last night I turned it off at 100% charge. This morning it had a 77% charge when first booted up. aaargh!
 
Bibunny, maybe you should scrap that idea that you are needing confidence to be awesome altogether and decide to unabashedly write crap. I mean it, just stop thinking and vomit your craptastic words and just see what happens. Leave the knowing you won't actually write crap to the rest of us, and you can thank us later. :D

My brother reminds me often that flying is actually just a failure to fall. Sometimes it really is all about perspective. He is a pretty successful guy and one of my favorite people. :)

This. So this.

And you do realize that your can spew 8000 unedited words of crap sell it on Kindle, learn to take a three star rating, and do all this as "Bunny Mc Craperson" and call it a learning experience.

Then, you'll be "over it" to a degree.
 
*Sigh* I know. :(

I just get frustrated. Like, how can other people--and it's almost invariably men of a certain type--write the dumbest things ever, yet still be so convinced that it's the most fantastic thing that ever was, while I get so mired down in how awful everything I do is that I can't do anything? :rolleyes:

I suppose there's always the possibility that everything you write is completely awful and that your concerns are completely warranted.

I'm skeptical, of course, because the caliber of your writing is evident here, even in small doses.

I like Netzach's idea. Create a nom de plume and jam out a draft of a thriller/romance/spy novel or whatever trips your switch with no intention other than to see if you can make a ten spot or three by selling a few copies for the Kindle. Hell, if you do this I promise to buy a copy regardless of its nature or quality. Just to get you off your ass, you know. ;)
 
This. So this.

And you do realize that your can spew 8000 unedited words of crap sell it on Kindle, learn to take a three star rating, and do all this as "Bunny Mc Craperson" and call it a learning experience.

Then, you'll be "over it" to a degree.

I keep telling myself to do this, but I never make it that far. :rolleyes:

I suppose there's always the possibility that everything you write is completely awful and that your concerns are completely warranted.

I'm skeptical, of course, because the caliber of your writing is evident here, even in small doses.

Bless you for that. :heart:

I like Netzach's idea. Create a nom de plume and jam out a draft of a thriller/romance/spy novel or whatever trips your switch with no intention other than to see if you can make a ten spot or three by selling a few copies for the Kindle. Hell, if you do this I promise to buy a copy regardless of its nature or quality. Just to get you off your ass, you know. ;)

That's...actually really motivating, TBH.

I have similar problems with a twist. When you try to involve money with any of my creative endeavors my creativity grid locks/ dries up entirely.

I'm not entirely sure it's about self-worth, vs. de-valuation.

It's difficult to articulate, but it seems like any amount of money that's reasonable for a given work is simply not enough to make a significant impact on my finances... and so feels like it devalues that work. It would be more meaningful as a gift.

Maybe I need to start writing or making things for charity... but there's still numbers involved there.

Expectation is a big problem too.

It reminds me of the severe problems I had asking people to pay me for massage, even though I was licensed. Eventually I reached the point of only being paid up front "for setting up the table," which worked (for me) for massage, but not so with any creative endeavor.

My problem is that I do write for a living...sorta. So after I've written all kinds of soulless bullshit, I don't have much in the way of motivation to do anything "creative." And even when I do want to write something, I feel guilty for doing it because it's not work-related (because I'm usually procrastinating).

I know that writing "creatively" could one day maybe lead to money. But "one day, maybe" doesn't help much when your financial situation is as shitty as mine currently is, so I just end up not doing it because it's not putting money in my PayPal account now.

(I'm aware this is entirely counterproductive. I never said I was smart.)
 
OMG!!! DID YOU HEAR?!? New published self help work coming soon to book stores near you just in time for Christmas!!!!

Excuses: How to Define and Write them REALLY REALLY Well.
Written by Bibunny

GET STOKED! :D
 
OMG!!! DID YOU HEAR?!? New published self help work coming soon to book stores near you just in time for Christmas!!!!

Excuses: How to Define and Write them REALLY REALLY Well.
Written by Bibunny

GET STOKED! :D

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

OMG. Yes. This. All this, right here.
 
OMG!!! DID YOU HEAR?!? New published self help work coming soon to book stores near you just in time for Christmas!!!!

Excuses: How to Define and Write them REALLY REALLY Well.
Written by Bibunny

GET STOKED! :D

Dammit! I had that same book all lined up for publishing myself, if only I'd gotten around to it. Oh well, hopefully I can still publish my follow-up book "Procrastination: Don't Sweat the Small Stuff". Eventually.
 
OMG!!! DID YOU HEAR?!? New published self help work coming soon to book stores near you just in time for Christmas!!!!

Excuses: How to Define and Write them REALLY REALLY Well.
Written by Bibunny

GET STOKED! :D

Pre-orders get a signed first edition, yes?
 
Dammit! I had that same book all lined up for publishing myself, if only I'd gotten around to it. Oh well, hopefully I can still publish my follow-up book "Procrastination: Don't Sweat the Small Stuff". Eventually.

We put the "Pro" in "procrastination."
 
Getting into a corset by yourself is trickier than you'd think. I may have to call in reinforcements. :p
 
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