@Skiriki @GenJones @Brony – thanks. I’m flailing in the wind here so your input is a huge help.
His triggers are… well, me, unfortunately. I’m hopeful that something like CBT will help him deal with the tick-tick-tick. I’m also terrified that the assessment counsellor will think I am cheating on him, though those are just my fears that maybe we won’t overcome this and I’ll lose the love of my life.
I have cheated on him in the past – we got together in our early 20’s (we’re 40 now) and were a mess of various issues (depression, substance abuse, etc) and shit happened. We separated for 2 years and got our respective shit together. Been really stable and happy for well over a decade now. But he suddenly felt like he was neglecting me (I did not feel this way) and it triggered this cascade of anxiety and then obsessive thoughts.
Hoping counselling will help him manage this. He’s suffering so much. I’m not really sure what to do other than be there, hold him when he needs it, and try not to get angry or feel defensive when he decides that (for example) I’m running a program to hide my internet history, or that me using the downstairs bathroom means I was sneaking off to text the guy I am (not) seeing.
Also regular use of things like alcohol can make OCD worse. Iโm an occasional drinker because of that.
He’s found this to be very, very true. Interesting, because he struggled with (and overcame) substance abuse issues; though, he’s always used pot to control anxiety and recently quit using it entirely.
There are even benefits to having an OCD. One is essentially better at sensing these parts of consciousness and perception and when one gets control of them they are tools that are valuable for observation.
He’s the most observant person I’ve ever met, and records information that doesn’t even make it into my awareness. He’s always been hyper-aware – I often compared him to a horse, always scanning the environment, always with an ear cocked and an eye open. He would be a devastatingly good PI.
eli
8 years ago
Robert, that is such a beautiful sentiment. I try to convince myself that it is true, but I was taught the opposite. ๐
My mother and I are having major communication difficulties. It’s like she’s turning into my father, expecting me to drop whatever I’m doing to fix her tablet or make a copy for her.
I just stopped making dinner to spend 15 minutes getting her e-mail to work again and now Dad has to eat, so I have to leave the kitchen for c. 45 minutes (long story). So I have to start from total scratch with no blood sugar. I should have told her I would do it later, but she has this way of going all whiny “oh, it’s no big deal, don’t worry about it. I can do without” that’s a little too much and I’m pretty sure actually means, I would like you to fix this for me right now.
So I said something. I said, in the future, let me know AFTER dinner and I’d be happy to fix it. I know she’s upset, because she’s upstairs stomping and screaming at Dad and slamming stuff around. I’m sure I’m in for an “I can’t do anything right” in my near future. And tears. And “you’re just like him.”
Maybe I am, but I really hope I’m not. Both of them love playing The Blame Game (TM). I’m not blaming her, I just occasionally point out things that I would prefer. I thought that was healthy boundary setting, but maybe I’m being unreasonable.
I’d be a lot more comfortable if it were a two-way street. But she (with her words) always insists everything is fine and she doesn’t care, but then she stomps and screams and cries.
I feel like a monster.
Oh well, cowbell. Kitchen is clear!
Policy of Madness
8 years ago
I thought that was healthy boundary setting, but maybe Iโm being unreasonable.
Iโd be a lot more comfortable if it were a two-way street. But she (with her words) always insists everything is fine and she doesnโt care, but then she stomps and screams and cries.
I feel like a monster.
“I will do that in half an hour” is the farthest possible thing from a monstrous statement. What’s unreasonable is expecting you to drop everything to tend to some minor email connectivity problem and throwing a tantrum like a 5 year old.
Next time your mom says something like, “Oh, it’s no big deal, I’m sure I can do without,” just take her at her word. Yes, I know the metamessage is different; ignore the metamessage and believe the face value of the words. From now on, “It’s no big deal” means “It’s no big deal,” full stop.
Let her throw her tantrums when her passive aggression stops working. If she starts in with “I guess I can’t do anything right!” she’s grown up from 5 to 14, but is still not behaving like an adult. Just let her be upset and don’t step in to soothe her. She’s a grown-ass adult, not a toddler with a boo-boo.
I’m assuming here that you aren’t financially dependent upon her. If you are, then you’re the best judge of how far you can push boundary-setting, and you should ignore me if you know what I’m saying is unworkable or will jeopardize you in some way.
eli
8 years ago
PoM, you don’t remember the last time you helped me, but here you go again.
[I did write a long thing here, but, oh well]
Thank you again.
Kat
8 years ago
@Tracy
Here’s what helps me:
1. I remove myself from the argument going on in my brain. Instead, I focus on my feelings. Do I really feel that ________ (fill in the blank).
2. Also, I remind myself that life is a series of risks. Let’s face it, no one is getting out of life alive! Lots of bad things could happen. I could get hit by a bus. It’s more productive to focus on the positive.
3. If something bad does happen, I trust myself to come up with a plan B. If I worried that my spouse might cheat on me, plan B would be to get a divorce. I’m not helpless.
4. Ultimately, if my spouse cheated on me, that would be his problem. I might as well trust him–unless he proves me wrong. And if he does prove me wrong, that’s on him. I’m not in charge of him.
Good luck to both of you!
PS: I’ll send another comment. This one is lyrics to a song.
Kat
8 years ago
@Tracy
This is a 1967 (Summer of Love!) song by the Young Rascals. The last line is sung softly and slowly.
How Can I Be Sure
How can I be sure
In a world that’s constantly changing
How can I be sure
Where I stand with you
Whenever I
Whenever I am away from you
I wanna die
Don’t you know I wanna stay with you
How do I know
Maybe you’re trying to use me
Flying too high can confuse me
Touch me but don’t take me down
Whenever I
Whenever I am away from you
My alibi is telling people
I don’t care for you
Maybe I’m just hanging around
With my head up, upside down
It’s a pity, I can’t seem to find someone new
Who’s really as lovely as you
How can I be sure
I really, really, really wanna know
I really, really, really wanna know, oh
How’s the weather
Whether or not we’re together
Together we’ll see it much better
I love you, I love you forever
You know where I stand with you
How can I be sure
In a world that’s constantly changing
How can I be sure I’m sure with you.
GeekySciFiGirl
8 years ago
Just wanted to say thank you for all the kind responses. It took me a couple days before I could bring myself to look at any responses but please understand I do truly appreciate them. I’ve been telling myself for years now I’ve been making a huge deal out of a minor event, that people have it much worse and I should just get over it. Thank you again for the compassionate responses. A lot of what I have read in the comments on this website over the year I’ve been following has lead me to rethink things. So thank you again.
Nikki the Bluth Wannabe
8 years ago
@kupo, mildymagnificent
Thanks for the advice!
Robert
8 years ago
One of the big challenges in life for me right now is our older son’s mental illness.
I’m handling it as well as I am for this one reason – I know that it’s not because of anything we did.
BUT the fact that he is doing as well as he is IS because of what we’re doing. And we will keep on doing everything we can, as long as we can. Because we’re his fathers, and that’s what we’re here for. We didn’t become parents because it was expected of us, or because it was the soft option – we did it because we wanted someone to have parents, and we were lucky enough to get to be his.
Mish
8 years ago
@Robert, that’s damn hard. It sounds like your son is lucky to have both of you (and you’re lucky to have him). All the best for your family ๐
Tracy
8 years ago
@Kat – thank you! #1 seems to help him most of the time.
@Robert, you all sound lucky, and like wonderful people. ๐
Robert
8 years ago
Well, now that I’ve softened you up with my humanity. . .
One big issue I’ve been wrestling with on a purely personal basis – art.
I want to draw, but I don’t know why. Sitting down to sketchbook and pencils is the most stressful moment of the day for me. There are people who doodle while on the phone, but not me. Even when I get lucid in a dream, one of my usual questions for dreampeople is ‘Why is it so hard for me?’. I look through all the drawing instruction books at the library, hoping that one of the artists will slip and pass along the Secret, the thing that artists know that the rest of us don’t.*
What is it?! Maybe it’s because my eyes don’t work right? Is it that I’m left eyed but right handed? Why can’t I do this?
For some reason, I’m unwilling to accept that this is something I’m just not supposed to do.
Any responses would be appreciated.
*This is reinforced by the time I (successfully) tried to learn what ‘key’ is. I did eventually learn, despite the absence of any understandable explanation discovered in six months of reading.
kupo
8 years ago
So, when you want to draw, is it that you want to create art, that you want to get something out on paper, that you have an amazing vision, or some other reason? When you can’t make it work is it that you don’t know what to draw, don’t know where to start, try but it comes out wrong, or something else?
I have a similar issue; I want to write but have writer’s block. I’m trying to work through it but doing a poor job. I want to write because it’s something I’ve always enjoyed and I have always felt I could do it well. My problem right now is that I don’t have a good story in my head. I tend to make up stories as I’m drifting off to sleep and in the past when I’ve written it’s been those, but in the past few years I’ve realized how those stories are just full of the same dull tropes I’ve read a million times and I don’t feel it’s worth my time to put energy into them. I’m trying to push forward by a) examining my stories to find ways to improve and b) in the meantime writing about dreams I had or just a scene or character so that I can practice. But I feel no passion when I do this so it’s hard. I feel a lot less of everything lately, so I think a depressive episode is starting, but I’m trying to keep my mind and body healthy this time by exercising both.
I’m just rambling now. Basically, you’re not alone, but you should look deeper at the problem. You can’t fix a problem without knowing the cause.
Robert
8 years ago
Thanks, Kupo. That does help.
Alan Robertshaw
8 years ago
@ kupo
The key to creating good stories is 10% writing, 90% editing. So just get down the first draft as quickly as you can. Don’t worry about quality there or trying to get it right. Then do it in iterations. Go over the draft once and make a few refinements. If you get stuck or there’s a plot hole or something, don’t worry. Just move on and do the easier changes. Keep doing that. Remember a work of art is never completed, only abandoned.
Policy of Madness
8 years ago
What are you planning to draw, and what skill level do you have? If you’re a super-beginner, and you want to draw from life, it may be easiest for you to start with tracing from photographs.
Just literally put the thinnest tracing paper you can find over a photograph, attach it so it doesn’t slide, and draw a line where you see a change in color in the photograph. For extra easiness, turn the photo upside-down before you start, so that your preconceptions about what the image means don’t get in your way.
The next step is to do the same thing but the paper is next to the photo instead of on top of it.
Then the next step is to draw from life instead of from a photo, but by that point your mind may be trained to see the lines instead of objects in space so turning real life upside-down may not be necessary. ๐
FrickleFrackle
8 years ago
I can’t draw, but I did draw some awful art for someone I follow online not too long ago. It was mostly done as a joke, and apparently it worked in that regard. I’d put a link but I’m not sure if I should. Not raunchy or anything but I shouldn’t spam threads with links.
Also, anyone here know about Neil Gaiman? I gotta give an oral report and a paper about an author’s life, and I chose him. I don’t read much, but I hear he’s great, and he married Amanda Palmer, so that alone is worth writing about.
@FrickleFrackle, we were talking about Gaiman over on another thread – the one with the flat earth video. He’s an absolute legend as an author and human being. I’m happy to swamp you with info and I’m sure that others here can too ๐
Alan Robertshaw
8 years ago
@ fricklefrackle
Neil seems to be pretty popular on this site so I’ll leave it to others to contribute. I’ll just chip in that he did his first professional writing for the comic “2000AD” with some unsolicited one off short story ideas.
FrickleFrackle
8 years ago
Also, I don’t know which thread to put this in, but I think about toxic masculinity a lot, and how a lot of it isn’t enjoying stuff, it’s just a big pissing contest. For example, cars and guns. It’s not about driving a car or firing a gun, it’s specifically having the power to drive like a prick, or to fantasize about violence. Like, what is the point or even the appeal in a Hummer? They take up a lane, aren’t hugely practical, aren’t even built the same a military HMMWV. Plus, I was looking at how guns are marketed, and was disgusted by an ACR advert that said “Consider your man card reinstated”. To be fair, it had a camouflage wrap, but I still don’t think about automatic rifles being used in hunting, and that’s not even legal in some states.
kupo
8 years ago
@Alan
Maybe I’ve been approaching it wrong, then. Most of my writing experience is professional technical writing and essays, where it’s more like 60% pre-writing, 10% first draft, and 30% editing. I’ve been working on stuff like research (I want some realism even if it’s fantasy) and trying to come up with the broad story.
Alan Robertshaw
8 years ago
@ kupo
I think it is different for fiction writing. My experience in technical writing mirrors yours. I tend to gather material for the different areas I need to address in the finished product and get them roughly in shape separately before then trying to mesh them together (I do still spend the majority of time polishing and editing)
With fiction though I just rush to get the idea down. Once that’s done I can relax and take my time. It’s almost like the first draft is the ‘pitch’, then the next iteration is the ‘treatment’ before moving on through the various revisions to the final (or at least, the last) version of the story.
Kat
8 years ago
@FrickleFrackle
Also, I donโt know which thread to put this in, but I think about toxic masculinity a lot, and how a lot of it isnโt enjoying stuff, itโs just a big pissing contest.
I agree. The prize for being the most “masculine” (i.e., showing no emotion except anger, never making a mistake–or never making one that you’ll admit to, never relaxing, always “winning”) is to be miserable. And you don’t understand the reason for your misery, which is that you’re cut off from the rest of humanity.
Or maybe you do understand why you’re miserable but would still rather “win” than be happy.
Step right up, gentlemen, for your chance to win the Stupidest Prize Ever!
kupo
8 years ago
On a different note, either my depression is improving or I’m just having a good day. I made peirogi to have as a quick meal during the week (and some to freeze). This is a slow process because I can’t have gluten, so any dough I use is over hydrated compared to the wheat version and that means I can only work with one dumpling at a time or it becomes a sticky mess that’s impossible to work with.
Usually this process leaves me exhausted even on a good day, but I love peirogi and do love cooking, so sometimes it’s worth the effort. Today I actually had fun with it and was not exhausted when I finished. Yay!
Now I’m enjoying some sparkling wine and Netflix.
BTW, whoever recommended We Need to Talk About Kevin, man that was intense. I thought I had it figured out but was off by a bit. Good recommendation. ๐
Kat
8 years ago
Pierogies! They’re wonderful. But I haven’t had any since I was a college student in Pennsylvania. My boyfriend and I used to enjoy Mrs. T’s pierogies when the term was over and we could cook. (Of course, making frozen pierogies wasn’t exactly a big deal—but it was to us.)
@Skiriki @GenJones @Brony – thanks. I’m flailing in the wind here so your input is a huge help.
His triggers are… well, me, unfortunately. I’m hopeful that something like CBT will help him deal with the tick-tick-tick. I’m also terrified that the assessment counsellor will think I am cheating on him, though those are just my fears that maybe we won’t overcome this and I’ll lose the love of my life.
I have cheated on him in the past – we got together in our early 20’s (we’re 40 now) and were a mess of various issues (depression, substance abuse, etc) and shit happened. We separated for 2 years and got our respective shit together. Been really stable and happy for well over a decade now. But he suddenly felt like he was neglecting me (I did not feel this way) and it triggered this cascade of anxiety and then obsessive thoughts.
Hoping counselling will help him manage this. He’s suffering so much. I’m not really sure what to do other than be there, hold him when he needs it, and try not to get angry or feel defensive when he decides that (for example) I’m running a program to hide my internet history, or that me using the downstairs bathroom means I was sneaking off to text the guy I am (not) seeing.
He’s found this to be very, very true. Interesting, because he struggled with (and overcame) substance abuse issues; though, he’s always used pot to control anxiety and recently quit using it entirely.
He’s the most observant person I’ve ever met, and records information that doesn’t even make it into my awareness. He’s always been hyper-aware – I often compared him to a horse, always scanning the environment, always with an ear cocked and an eye open. He would be a devastatingly good PI.
Robert, that is such a beautiful sentiment. I try to convince myself that it is true, but I was taught the opposite. ๐
My mother and I are having major communication difficulties. It’s like she’s turning into my father, expecting me to drop whatever I’m doing to fix her tablet or make a copy for her.
I just stopped making dinner to spend 15 minutes getting her e-mail to work again and now Dad has to eat, so I have to leave the kitchen for c. 45 minutes (long story). So I have to start from total scratch with no blood sugar. I should have told her I would do it later, but she has this way of going all whiny “oh, it’s no big deal, don’t worry about it. I can do without” that’s a little too much and I’m pretty sure actually means, I would like you to fix this for me right now.
So I said something. I said, in the future, let me know AFTER dinner and I’d be happy to fix it. I know she’s upset, because she’s upstairs stomping and screaming at Dad and slamming stuff around. I’m sure I’m in for an “I can’t do anything right” in my near future. And tears. And “you’re just like him.”
Maybe I am, but I really hope I’m not. Both of them love playing The Blame Game (TM). I’m not blaming her, I just occasionally point out things that I would prefer. I thought that was healthy boundary setting, but maybe I’m being unreasonable.
I’d be a lot more comfortable if it were a two-way street. But she (with her words) always insists everything is fine and she doesn’t care, but then she stomps and screams and cries.
I feel like a monster.
Oh well, cowbell. Kitchen is clear!
“I will do that in half an hour” is the farthest possible thing from a monstrous statement. What’s unreasonable is expecting you to drop everything to tend to some minor email connectivity problem and throwing a tantrum like a 5 year old.
Next time your mom says something like, “Oh, it’s no big deal, I’m sure I can do without,” just take her at her word. Yes, I know the metamessage is different; ignore the metamessage and believe the face value of the words. From now on, “It’s no big deal” means “It’s no big deal,” full stop.
Let her throw her tantrums when her passive aggression stops working. If she starts in with “I guess I can’t do anything right!” she’s grown up from 5 to 14, but is still not behaving like an adult. Just let her be upset and don’t step in to soothe her. She’s a grown-ass adult, not a toddler with a boo-boo.
I’m assuming here that you aren’t financially dependent upon her. If you are, then you’re the best judge of how far you can push boundary-setting, and you should ignore me if you know what I’m saying is unworkable or will jeopardize you in some way.
PoM, you don’t remember the last time you helped me, but here you go again.
[I did write a long thing here, but, oh well]
Thank you again.
@Tracy
Here’s what helps me:
1. I remove myself from the argument going on in my brain. Instead, I focus on my feelings. Do I really feel that ________ (fill in the blank).
2. Also, I remind myself that life is a series of risks. Let’s face it, no one is getting out of life alive! Lots of bad things could happen. I could get hit by a bus. It’s more productive to focus on the positive.
3. If something bad does happen, I trust myself to come up with a plan B. If I worried that my spouse might cheat on me, plan B would be to get a divorce. I’m not helpless.
4. Ultimately, if my spouse cheated on me, that would be his problem. I might as well trust him–unless he proves me wrong. And if he does prove me wrong, that’s on him. I’m not in charge of him.
Good luck to both of you!
PS: I’ll send another comment. This one is lyrics to a song.
@Tracy
This is a 1967 (Summer of Love!) song by the Young Rascals. The last line is sung softly and slowly.
How Can I Be Sure
How can I be sure
In a world that’s constantly changing
How can I be sure
Where I stand with you
Whenever I
Whenever I am away from you
I wanna die
Don’t you know I wanna stay with you
How do I know
Maybe you’re trying to use me
Flying too high can confuse me
Touch me but don’t take me down
Whenever I
Whenever I am away from you
My alibi is telling people
I don’t care for you
Maybe I’m just hanging around
With my head up, upside down
It’s a pity, I can’t seem to find someone new
Who’s really as lovely as you
How can I be sure
I really, really, really wanna know
I really, really, really wanna know, oh
How’s the weather
Whether or not we’re together
Together we’ll see it much better
I love you, I love you forever
You know where I stand with you
How can I be sure
In a world that’s constantly changing
How can I be sure
I’m sure with you.
Just wanted to say thank you for all the kind responses. It took me a couple days before I could bring myself to look at any responses but please understand I do truly appreciate them. I’ve been telling myself for years now I’ve been making a huge deal out of a minor event, that people have it much worse and I should just get over it. Thank you again for the compassionate responses. A lot of what I have read in the comments on this website over the year I’ve been following has lead me to rethink things. So thank you again.
@kupo, mildymagnificent
Thanks for the advice!
One of the big challenges in life for me right now is our older son’s mental illness.
I’m handling it as well as I am for this one reason – I know that it’s not because of anything we did.
BUT the fact that he is doing as well as he is IS because of what we’re doing. And we will keep on doing everything we can, as long as we can. Because we’re his fathers, and that’s what we’re here for. We didn’t become parents because it was expected of us, or because it was the soft option – we did it because we wanted someone to have parents, and we were lucky enough to get to be his.
@Robert, that’s damn hard. It sounds like your son is lucky to have both of you (and you’re lucky to have him). All the best for your family ๐
@Kat – thank you! #1 seems to help him most of the time.
@Robert, you all sound lucky, and like wonderful people. ๐
Well, now that I’ve softened you up with my humanity. . .
One big issue I’ve been wrestling with on a purely personal basis – art.
I want to draw, but I don’t know why. Sitting down to sketchbook and pencils is the most stressful moment of the day for me. There are people who doodle while on the phone, but not me. Even when I get lucid in a dream, one of my usual questions for dreampeople is ‘Why is it so hard for me?’. I look through all the drawing instruction books at the library, hoping that one of the artists will slip and pass along the Secret, the thing that artists know that the rest of us don’t.*
What is it?! Maybe it’s because my eyes don’t work right? Is it that I’m left eyed but right handed? Why can’t I do this?
For some reason, I’m unwilling to accept that this is something I’m just not supposed to do.
Any responses would be appreciated.
*This is reinforced by the time I (successfully) tried to learn what ‘key’ is. I did eventually learn, despite the absence of any understandable explanation discovered in six months of reading.
So, when you want to draw, is it that you want to create art, that you want to get something out on paper, that you have an amazing vision, or some other reason? When you can’t make it work is it that you don’t know what to draw, don’t know where to start, try but it comes out wrong, or something else?
I have a similar issue; I want to write but have writer’s block. I’m trying to work through it but doing a poor job. I want to write because it’s something I’ve always enjoyed and I have always felt I could do it well. My problem right now is that I don’t have a good story in my head. I tend to make up stories as I’m drifting off to sleep and in the past when I’ve written it’s been those, but in the past few years I’ve realized how those stories are just full of the same dull tropes I’ve read a million times and I don’t feel it’s worth my time to put energy into them. I’m trying to push forward by a) examining my stories to find ways to improve and b) in the meantime writing about dreams I had or just a scene or character so that I can practice. But I feel no passion when I do this so it’s hard. I feel a lot less of everything lately, so I think a depressive episode is starting, but I’m trying to keep my mind and body healthy this time by exercising both.
I’m just rambling now. Basically, you’re not alone, but you should look deeper at the problem. You can’t fix a problem without knowing the cause.
Thanks, Kupo. That does help.
@ kupo
The key to creating good stories is 10% writing, 90% editing. So just get down the first draft as quickly as you can. Don’t worry about quality there or trying to get it right. Then do it in iterations. Go over the draft once and make a few refinements. If you get stuck or there’s a plot hole or something, don’t worry. Just move on and do the easier changes. Keep doing that. Remember a work of art is never completed, only abandoned.
What are you planning to draw, and what skill level do you have? If you’re a super-beginner, and you want to draw from life, it may be easiest for you to start with tracing from photographs.
Just literally put the thinnest tracing paper you can find over a photograph, attach it so it doesn’t slide, and draw a line where you see a change in color in the photograph. For extra easiness, turn the photo upside-down before you start, so that your preconceptions about what the image means don’t get in your way.
The next step is to do the same thing but the paper is next to the photo instead of on top of it.
Then the next step is to draw from life instead of from a photo, but by that point your mind may be trained to see the lines instead of objects in space so turning real life upside-down may not be necessary. ๐
I can’t draw, but I did draw some awful art for someone I follow online not too long ago. It was mostly done as a joke, and apparently it worked in that regard. I’d put a link but I’m not sure if I should. Not raunchy or anything but I shouldn’t spam threads with links.
Also, anyone here know about Neil Gaiman? I gotta give an oral report and a paper about an author’s life, and I chose him. I don’t read much, but I hear he’s great, and he married Amanda Palmer, so that alone is worth writing about.
@FrickleFrackle, we were talking about Gaiman over on another thread – the one with the flat earth video. He’s an absolute legend as an author and human being. I’m happy to swamp you with info and I’m sure that others here can too ๐
@ fricklefrackle
Neil seems to be pretty popular on this site so I’ll leave it to others to contribute. I’ll just chip in that he did his first professional writing for the comic “2000AD” with some unsolicited one off short story ideas.
Also, I don’t know which thread to put this in, but I think about toxic masculinity a lot, and how a lot of it isn’t enjoying stuff, it’s just a big pissing contest. For example, cars and guns. It’s not about driving a car or firing a gun, it’s specifically having the power to drive like a prick, or to fantasize about violence. Like, what is the point or even the appeal in a Hummer? They take up a lane, aren’t hugely practical, aren’t even built the same a military HMMWV. Plus, I was looking at how guns are marketed, and was disgusted by an ACR advert that said “Consider your man card reinstated”. To be fair, it had a camouflage wrap, but I still don’t think about automatic rifles being used in hunting, and that’s not even legal in some states.
@Alan
Maybe I’ve been approaching it wrong, then. Most of my writing experience is professional technical writing and essays, where it’s more like 60% pre-writing, 10% first draft, and 30% editing. I’ve been working on stuff like research (I want some realism even if it’s fantasy) and trying to come up with the broad story.
@ kupo
I think it is different for fiction writing. My experience in technical writing mirrors yours. I tend to gather material for the different areas I need to address in the finished product and get them roughly in shape separately before then trying to mesh them together (I do still spend the majority of time polishing and editing)
With fiction though I just rush to get the idea down. Once that’s done I can relax and take my time. It’s almost like the first draft is the ‘pitch’, then the next iteration is the ‘treatment’ before moving on through the various revisions to the final (or at least, the last) version of the story.
@FrickleFrackle
I agree. The prize for being the most “masculine” (i.e., showing no emotion except anger, never making a mistake–or never making one that you’ll admit to, never relaxing, always “winning”) is to be miserable. And you don’t understand the reason for your misery, which is that you’re cut off from the rest of humanity.
Or maybe you do understand why you’re miserable but would still rather “win” than be happy.
Step right up, gentlemen, for your chance to win the Stupidest Prize Ever!
On a different note, either my depression is improving or I’m just having a good day. I made peirogi to have as a quick meal during the week (and some to freeze). This is a slow process because I can’t have gluten, so any dough I use is over hydrated compared to the wheat version and that means I can only work with one dumpling at a time or it becomes a sticky mess that’s impossible to work with.
Usually this process leaves me exhausted even on a good day, but I love peirogi and do love cooking, so sometimes it’s worth the effort. Today I actually had fun with it and was not exhausted when I finished. Yay!
Now I’m enjoying some sparkling wine and Netflix.
BTW, whoever recommended We Need to Talk About Kevin, man that was intense. I thought I had it figured out but was off by a bit. Good recommendation. ๐
Pierogies! They’re wonderful. But I haven’t had any since I was a college student in Pennsylvania. My boyfriend and I used to enjoy Mrs. T’s pierogies when the term was over and we could cook. (Of course, making frozen pierogies wasn’t exactly a big deal—but it was to us.)