I am Tracy, the oldest and therefore the bossiest of the blogging ladies of Mrs. BG's. Thankfully for my cohorts in creativity, I try to keep my dominant obnoxious personality, aka Lady Nurse Ratched, in check and medicated. From the post title, you can see I am not always successful. Lady Nurse Ratched wants you all to write books. She thinks it will be good for you.
It is the most intense experience I have ever had because it shows you very quickly what you are afraid to think about, feel, experience and tell. It is also much cheaper than therapy and I totally get why Hemingway was a drunk. It's easier to write after a glass of wine. How much easier would it be to write after three glasses or maybe a bottle of bourbon? Oh baby!
Wile E. Coyote GEEN*YUS!!
This razor's edge thing has also been one of the coolest, if scariest, parts of writing a book for me and why I've basically begun a total rewrite. It also explains why no more "parts" have appeared on my personal blog. The story will remain the same, but the telling of it has changed. I now feel like I owe these non-people something more than a simple reporting of events. In part, it feels like eavesdropping on other people's lives but there's also an alternate reality aspect to it and that gets right proper weird. Holodeck anyone?
That's about it. Lady Nurse Ratched is done for now. Wait. I owe you a photo. Let's see. How about the official unofficial writer's union uniform and did you know that the GNU image manipulation program (gimp) comes with a tool that lets you shave your legs?
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