tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675686147278160908.post2355760592521569474..comments2023-08-02T13:31:00.926+01:00Comments on easily distracted writer: a small selection of the stupid questions I'm pondering right noweasily distracted writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13001525399530553551noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675686147278160908.post-89680419218341609342010-05-20T23:40:05.078+01:002010-05-20T23:40:05.078+01:00I think I need to let go of the idea that one day ...I think I need to let go of the idea that one day I'm going to be all zen and accepting of the fact that other people are more successful than me. I just need to learn to live with the envy. And also get much better at writing. <br /><br />Dating wise: one day I will have a date where I like someone and they like me back. Until then, it will continue to be some kind of awful mismatch, in one direction or another. And I will console myself with the thought that I write some really amazing scenes based on crap dates.easily distracted writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13001525399530553551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675686147278160908.post-54449033579359480012010-05-20T21:06:54.550+01:002010-05-20T21:06:54.550+01:00Regarding the last point - you are not alone. I en...Regarding the last point - you are not alone. I endured 2 hours with some awful man with the most vile teeth. I have no idea why I didn't just walk out after one drink! He tried for a kiss but managed to dodge and after all of that I still gave him a lift home. He pursued for a while but I had to say in the end that I just didn't feel we clicked. And then I said I met someone else. And then I had to ignore him...Clairehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08215036511855748481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675686147278160908.post-28844706772091889732010-05-20T16:50:27.974+01:002010-05-20T16:50:27.974+01:00Gore Vidal said something like, 'Every time I ...Gore Vidal said something like, 'Every time I hear of the success of a friend something inside me dies.'<br />Every writer knows that feeling - the sense that the sun is shining in someone else's backyard but not yours.Brian Keaneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17754984212153946279noreply@blogger.com