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mousmeIt's funny because it's true.
I feel like I'm spending a whole lot of time whining in this LJ. Or, if not whining, then complaining (which is eerily similar, but is less high-pitched).
I'm not sure I like that.
For one thing, I don't (I hope) spend nearly as much of my time being negative off the internet. I'm generally a pretty upbeat person (when not beset by crippling depressive episodes, but that's a story for another day), and it looks to me as though anyone reading my LJ would just find me the most Negative Nancy ever.
I'm not sure why that is. I have theories, though. I think part of it is due to the fact that I was raised never to burden other people with my problems, so that even when I complain to my friends IRL, I try to mitigate what I'm saying by turning it into a self-deprecating joke. Online, it doesn't seem to count in my books. Somewhere in my head, LJ isn't real. The people reading my LJ aren't real, and that includes people I know and interact with off the internet regularly. It's not even a question of complete-strangers-off-the-internet.
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miseri once made the observation that LJ is a lot like OOC (Out Of Character) Knowledge in a roleplaying game. On one level you know what's going on with other people, but you carry on as though your "character" doesn't know it. It's like being an omniscient narrator and a third-person limited POV character at the same time, and keeping the two scrupulously separate.
I have no real answer. I think that's the closest I'll come to it.
In other news, my November is progressing better than previous ones. I haven't gone crazy, I haven't been swamped by work (or, at least, not consistently swamped), and it actually looks as though I might be able to finish my novel for NaNoWriMo.
Those of you who don't already know this, but who want to follow the day-to-day high speed drama of NaNoWriMo in Phnee's world can find my ramblings on the topic atsecret_history. I've been told repeatedly that my talking about NaNoWriMo in this forum pisses people off, so I mostly talk about it over there. Bear in mind it's usually just brief accounts of my day and wordcount. The meaning of life is not to be found in my writing journal. Not yet, anyway.
I'm kind of thinking of a new writing project. One that might end up inrocking_thing. It's poking at the back of my mind, and telling me it wants to be a weekly column, maybe on creativity, more likely thoughts on the idea of personal change. Evolution. Or something. I may noodle about this more thoroughly in secret_history, since it's writing-related.
Actually, I have ideas for two writing projects, and I want to start my serial again in December. So many projects, so little time.
I feel like I'm spending a whole lot of time whining in this LJ. Or, if not whining, then complaining (which is eerily similar, but is less high-pitched).
I'm not sure I like that.
For one thing, I don't (I hope) spend nearly as much of my time being negative off the internet. I'm generally a pretty upbeat person (when not beset by crippling depressive episodes, but that's a story for another day), and it looks to me as though anyone reading my LJ would just find me the most Negative Nancy ever.
I'm not sure why that is. I have theories, though. I think part of it is due to the fact that I was raised never to burden other people with my problems, so that even when I complain to my friends IRL, I try to mitigate what I'm saying by turning it into a self-deprecating joke. Online, it doesn't seem to count in my books. Somewhere in my head, LJ isn't real. The people reading my LJ aren't real, and that includes people I know and interact with off the internet regularly. It's not even a question of complete-strangers-off-the-internet.
miseri once made the observation that LJ is a lot like OOC (Out Of Character) Knowledge in a roleplaying game. On one level you know what's going on with other people, but you carry on as though your "character" doesn't know it. It's like being an omniscient narrator and a third-person limited POV character at the same time, and keeping the two scrupulously separate.I have no real answer. I think that's the closest I'll come to it.
In other news, my November is progressing better than previous ones. I haven't gone crazy, I haven't been swamped by work (or, at least, not consistently swamped), and it actually looks as though I might be able to finish my novel for NaNoWriMo.
Those of you who don't already know this, but who want to follow the day-to-day high speed drama of NaNoWriMo in Phnee's world can find my ramblings on the topic at
secret_history. I've been told repeatedly that my talking about NaNoWriMo in this forum pisses people off, so I mostly talk about it over there. Bear in mind it's usually just brief accounts of my day and wordcount. The meaning of life is not to be found in my writing journal. Not yet, anyway.I'm kind of thinking of a new writing project. One that might end up in
rocking_thing. It's poking at the back of my mind, and telling me it wants to be a weekly column, maybe on creativity, more likely thoughts on the idea of personal change. Evolution. Or something. I may noodle about this more thoroughly in secret_history, since it's writing-related.Actually, I have ideas for two writing projects, and I want to start my serial again in December. So many projects, so little time.
