I’m scared.Actually, probably the phrase cheese of accomplishment will do the trick all by itself.
I’m scared that my abilities are gone
I’m scared that I’m going to fuck this up
And I’m scared of you
I don’t want to start, but I will.
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And when I get that feeling in my stomach — you know the feeling when all of the sudden you get a ball of energy and it shoots down into your legs and up into your arms and tells you to get up and stand up and go to the refrigerator and get a cheese sandwich — that’s my cheese monster talking. And my cheese monster will never be satisfied by cheddar, only the cheese of accomplishment.
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Perfection might look good in his shiny shoes but he’s a little bit of an asshole and no one invites him to their pool parties.
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Let me not think of my work only as a stepping stone to something else, and if it is, let me become fascinated by the shape of the stone.
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It's the thought of other people invading my space. Relatives, guests, whatever. A deadline. Someone reading my words, seeing my bathroom, egads, there are other people out there!
I can meander my way through a plot for days on end, leave the cleaning forever, but the thought of guests or editors looking at my things makes me cringe. I might just even sweep before they come.
posted by Marie Mon Dieu at 2:28 PM on October 6, 2012 [3 favorites]