Jesus, I didn't write anything yesterday and I STILL can't come up with anything. I know that I thought of something this morning, but pffft, it's gone. Just like that chocolate bar Hubba-hubba thought he hid.
I was thinking the other day about my shortcomings as a writer. This took me approximately two days, since I have quite a few of them.
One of them seems to be the fact that I crack myself up, but may or may not crack other people up. I have been known to write something and cackle at it for five mintues straight. But then it goes live, and even the crickets are desperately lonely.
Another of my weaknesses is the inability to make up great similes. There are writers who can toss off beautiful, perfect similes like they were nothing. I am very jealous of those people. I am forbidden to be within two hundred yards of a simile, I am that dangerous with them.
Sometimes I'm not sure if I explain things well enough. Like I will be referring to an event or literature or something, and I won't explain it because I figure if I have to explain it, then it isn't funny anymore. Right? Or am I wrong?
Possessives. Sometimes I can get mixed up with singular possessives and the proper punctuation. I once had a reader point out my mistake and I was sooo embarassed. But then part of me wanted to have her go ahead and edit every dang thing I write, because I write a lot. And I get tired and lazy and don't double-check as well as I should.
Hmmm, remind me again why I like writing so much?