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A room with a view that doesn’t entice one to leave it
Your blancoat (a coat that is so warm and cuddly that it feels like a blanket but has sleeves and a hood so that if you leave the house for food you appear to be dressed like a normal person)
The vague belief that well-told stories manifest their fictional realities
Caffeine of choice
An internal sea of self-dissatisfaction
Somebody else’s beautiful creation (ie “Roma”)
Lying to yourself: “You’re almost done,” “You can do this,” “This is going to be amazing”
Buy "The Tumor" — my short story that’s been called "a masterpiece of short fiction."
I've been working on a longer project these days, which is new for me, and here are some things I've learned.
Quitters never win. It really is true: The only difference between success and failure is not quitting. But that's not exactly right, is it? The fact is that on the way to success, you will quit many, many times. I've been working on this project for over four years. I have quit several times. Now, I am close to the finish line of one stage of it. I will never give up. One day I will win.
Form a team. No one person can help you on your way to your destination. It's more like a road, and there are various people along the way. One points you in the right direction. The other hands you a bottled water. Another dusts off your butt when you fall on the ground. You will only recognize your team when you look back and see them lining the path you're on, waving you to the finish line.
Keep your eyes on the payoff. One thing that's cool about working on a longer project is that you exchange the shallow payoff of immediate gratification for the deep win of long-form evolution. When you stick with something for years, it changes you, shifts your makeup, alters your brain. This is a good thing. Without this kind of protracted commitment, you're a dog whining for a bone.
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Somewhere along the way, I gained ten pounds. Here's what I'm doing about that.
More yoga: I'm a Gordian knot.
More walking: I'm a flaneur.
More exercises: I'm a machine.
"Flogging the Freelancer" is a blog post a day about freelancing in the gig economy. Browse the archives here.
Since I tend to do better when expectations are too high instead of too low, I thought I would try blogging every day in 2016. We'll see how that goes. My goal, today, January 1, 2016, is to focus my blogging on my professional work. I'm a freelance writer, and I'd like to up my game a bit this year. I hope to share that process in the course of executing this process.
Fuck Your Hustle
I started working on the freelance writing portion of my career earlier this week. Among other things, I prostituted myself on this blog, I sent queries to 30 people regarding potential work opportunities, and I updated my LinkedIn profile. I've got some leads, so in future posts I'll be sharing how many work out, how many don't work out, and how many people ignore me.
Spanking the Monkey
I started blogging for Forbes in 2010 (!) after I got downsized. Initially, the blog was in the women's section, and it was called Pink Slipped. At a certain point, I got tired of churning out self-help drivel, and I changed the focus on the blog to covering the vice beat. Now it's called SIN INC. Then I took a year off. I returned to it at some point this year. I've floundered at covering this beat properly, posting on a regular and sufficient basis, and generating the same massive amount of traffic that I did when Forbes blogging was young and there weren't 1,000+ other people doing it. I would like to solve the conundrum of doing that blog properly and return to my former glorious status there.
We Are Not the World
It would probably be a good idea if I did something to help other people. I regularly get emails from people asking for advice. Most of the time (by which I mean all of the time), I delete them. I could devote, say, one post a week to answering a professional, say, gig economy question on this blog. If you're interested in asking for professional advice from someone who is a veteran freelancer and inappropriately overconfident, you can email me.
This Trap Queen's Game Is Tight
I'm working on a book proposal. I have an agent. I hope to sell that project this year. That is my long con for this season. I'll be going into more detail on that in upcoming posts, but there may be some vague-blogging on that front. It depends on how things go.
In any case, I suppose that's a place to start.
Despite my public self-flagellation yesterday, I failed to work on the next short story I'll be selling online. As long as I continue to fail to do something as simple as opening up a .doc and moving around some words, I'll be publicly shaming myself for it.
Reasons I Didn't Work on My Short Story
- I was busy
- Other things happened
- I had to exercise and exercise is more important
- I feel overwhelmed
- I don't get what it's about
- The way it is is wrong and I should do it another way that I thought of but can't remember
- Short stories are stupid
- Writing is stupid
- Writing, why do I do it?
- It's about robots and I don't know anything about robots
- I don't know what the end is
- I shouldn't self-publish
- I'll do it when I'm ready
- I have to go do something else right now but I'll come back to it later
- I bet it's worse than I thought
- I'm so behind, why bother
- My mind is blank
- I'm better at non-fiction
- I should turn it into a novel
- The dog needs a walk
- I'm hungry
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The Daily Beast has a roundup of the best movie sex scenes of 2013. This one from "Spring Breakers" was a standout for me, as well.
"In addition to being one of the best films of the year—sorry, haters—Harmony Korine’s fever dream contains one of the year’s most indelible scenes. Mind you, this is not your typical sex scene. Alien (Franco, in corn rows with a grill), a fugazi crime lord, has just taken a quartet of nubile collegiate girls under his wing (played by Benson, Hudgens, Selena Gomez, and Rachel Korine). Two of them depart, and Franco engages in three-way sex with Benson and Hudgens in a pool. But the more impactful sex scene occurs when they two girls expose Alien for the goofball he is by sticking a gun deep into his mouth. For a moment, Alien looks terrified … and then he starts fellating the gun."