I am going away to celebrate my 2nd anniversary at a bed-n-breakfast in the woods.

I am going away to a hermitage where Shannon will be fully occupied during the days & evenings and I write furiously until Sunday.

Both of these are true. I am fully immersed in my story and expect to lose sight of reality by tomorrow night. There are no phones, there are no gottas. I will have my spouse with me and Michael is camping, so there are no abandonments.

What things might happen!

Muscle dysmorphia describes people who constantly check their physique, obsess over going to the gym, become distressed if they miss a session, and will go to destructive lengths to build on their physique.

Is there a named condition for those who have, I don’t know, accomplishment dysmorphia? Except it wouldn’t be dysmorphia, not having to do with shape….

Comment with the words, ‘Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences’ and:

1. I’ll respond with something random I like about you.
2. I’ll tell you what flavor of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream reminds me of you.
3. I’ll name something we should do together.
4. I’ll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me).
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you that comes to mind.
6. I’ll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.
7. I’ll ask you something far too personal for a public setting.

Since I still need to post two sets of interview questions, I’ll do this for just four people, and Fay is one of them, since she already commented.

I’m moderately proud of myself today. I’m doing an excellent job of being Scott.

memed, and I cannot resist this particular meme, especially when Catie throws it out there. She asks questions that I don’t think to ask myself. The rules of the meme are:

1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

1. What person from history would you most like to sit down and have a talk with, and why? Hrm. Y’know, for a ringer, this might be the hardest question to answer. Roger Zelazny. The way he plays with his thoughts & words always makes me point at the book in my hand and go “lookit what he did!” Apart from that, he was by all accounts a fun and lovable guy.

2. Writing: what’s holding you back? Do you want to write, or do you want to have written? Nothing. That is, I am trying to hold me back, but I’m not letting it happen. Progress is happening, by painful inches. Why is it painful? Because I am scared to death; I have reached the place where I can reasonably say I am halfway done…which implies the ability to complete. If I complete, then I will have taken the First Step, to…to doing things that I like, that make me feel good during and after, that I’m proud of. Giving up all this angst and denial is much harder than I ever dreamt.

In fact, I want to write and have written. I love thinking about what and how I’ll say things, love writing them out and fiddling them until they’re right, and love the feeling of accomplishment when I get it right. Later, I am narcissist enough to love reading what I wrote. So, both.

3. You have a seemingly endless capacity for joy and delight in life. Do you consider yourself to actually be a joyful person, or are you just drawn that way? I do? I’ve always assumed, with my constant mulling of consequences and meaning, that I was a bit of a wet blanket. thinks Maybe. I am likely (if I am) that way partially because my father was a effervescently cheerful man, happily excited by the prospect of everything, and partly because I have been working diligently to let go of the black cloud that has followed me around since I was, maybe, ten years old. So, drawn and driven, both.

4. Tell me your favorite poem (either by quoting it or linking to it) and tell me what it is about it that makes it your favorite. (This is probably a very English major question.) No shame in English geekery. My favorite rotates. Sometimes it’s Jabberwocky (because, with little understanding of what each word means — in spite of Humpty’s efforts to explain — it communicates the images & story perfectly) or Zelazny’s “Spring Morning: Missive” (because it deals with a brush with Legionaire’s Disease in terms of the sex life of emporer penguins, and is touching and funny and perfect and just the way I would feel about it, and in just that tone). If Ed will send me the text of Spring Morning: Missive, I’ll post it.

5. What would the greatest adventure be? The answer to this one frightened me, both for content and speed of arrival.

The greatest adventure would be to ditch all the luggage I carry, all the “gottas” I keep chained to my ankles, and do the scariest, most desireable thing I can think of at this moment; write, write, write…until it supports me or someone convinces me to stop before I hurt myself through starvation, or the world ends because I wasn’t turning the crank, or whatever.

Scary. The greatest adventure would be to let me do what I want to do.

Mizkit learned about hobbies, and shared.

Writing, for me, is wonderously fun. I’m a narcissist, and writing is the ultimate self-indulgence, wallowing in one’s own imagination. Later, I get to read what I wrote, and admire my mad skillz on the page. I share what I write, and strong men fall to their knees, tears streaming, while their women claw at their clothing.

So, yeah. Narcissist, and writing most certainly feeds that. So, good hobby for me. Good obsession for me. Lovely job for me, when I can make it support me.

Right now I have another job.

But I keep treating writing like my job, since I am serious about making it support me.

Two jobs. No wonder I keep forgetting to have fun at this.

Well. That’s all. Nothing terribly deep, just needed to throw some feed out for the inner narcissist.