Showing posts with label writers talkign about writers sucks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writers talkign about writers sucks. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

On the whole, writers talking about writing sucks

Yes, I know I wrote a post about my writing yesterday. But to be fair, Readers, I don't write about writing that much and I wanted to keep you in the loop. In fact, I've hardly written about writing at all when you consider I've been blogging since 2007. Mainly, I just write about random stuff like ducks, cupcakes and anything that else that happens to cross my mind. Anyway, I decided it was about time I investigated social networking and linking with writers etc etc etc. I discovered lots of groups and websites for writers on the net. Great, I thought.

Only then I discovered lots of them have rules.

Yes, rules. I hate rules.

Now I like meaningful societal rules like Thou Shalt Not Kill and Thou Shalt Not Put Potato Peelings in the Recycling Bin but generally I'm not good with other kind of rules. Especially rules enforced by by the I Know Your Mother and You Used To Wet Your Bed types. Ugh.

I joined one group on Google+ but in truth I am shit scared (and coming from me that's saying something) of posting something in Publishing Discussions that should be Marketing Discussions and being verbally whipped by several over-zealous authors with an interest in young adult fiction. I mean that's enough to make any 48 year old woman quake at the knees isn't it?

Anyway, I've had enough of all that already. So I've decided that instead of talking about writing tomorrow (which I wasn't planning to anyway as basically I don't plan anything I just fly by the seat of my pants) I've decided I'm going to talk about something way more interesting than tips for writers. I'm going to talk about women's changing rooms at the gym.

As I said, way more interesting.

Okay, maybe that's not tomorrow but sometime soon. When I get off my backside. At the moment, I'm still reeling from my last visit to ladies changing rooms after a aqua aerobics session. I may take some time to recover.

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