Spare Me Your Indifference

I've been difficult to be around lately, it's true.

Outside of my blog I'm writing something of some length. The main character in which is a pure misanthrope. He is openly venomous towards all the machinations of humankind and generally despises everyone and everything.

Hilarity ensues.

Anyway, for the people who have noticed a change in my demeanor, please understand that I currently spend several hours each day sitting by myself and concentrating on hating absolutely everything around me. Understandably, this has an effect on the rest of my life. I hope to be done with the first draft before Giftmas and should be back to my regular, only mildly vitriolic self.

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Marsha said...

I am attempting to write a story from my own imagination. It's a very long process for me. I write like I talk. Apparently, grammar is not one of my strong points. I have to write and rewrite constantly. I try hard to imagine what my characters are seeing, thinking and feeling. Thinking about what is happening often takes me hours of thought. Writing about someone that is just plain mean for hours on end must make your head hurt.

peony said...

Well, this explains a lot!