{"id":1285,"date":"2002-10-16T08:08:00","date_gmt":"2002-10-16T08:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2002\/10\/whine-whine-whine.html"},"modified":"2002-10-16T08:08:00","modified_gmt":"2002-10-16T08:08:00","slug":"whine-whine-whine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2002\/10\/whine-whine-whine.html","title":{"rendered":"Whine, Whine, Whine"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My weblog seems to be generating complaints these days. Both in the form of &#8220;Go back to the old format&#8221; (which is fine, but tell me <i>why<\/i>) and the &#8220;Why didn&#8217;t you write about what we did together?&#8221;   First of all, I don&#8217;t always feel like writing everything I do. Second of all, maybe you weren&#8217;t all that interesting. Third of all, this weblog is a privilege, not a right, so deal.<\/p>\n<p>As long as I&#8217;m on the weblog topic, I&#8217;ve tried to make text a little more readable by making it wider on the page.  Does anyone know how to make my icons appear just between the days and not between each entry?<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><b>Writing for Dollars<\/b><\/div>\n<p>I turned in two writing assignments yesterday. Talk about nerve-wracking.  I&#8217;m a writer. I&#8217;ve been working as a writer for a while now (since, what, 1998?) and I have a master&#8217;s degree in creative writing. Yet, it doesn&#8217;t help.  Whenever I turn in a piece for a new editor, there&#8217;s that gut-wrenching feeling of &#8220;What if they hate it?&#8221; Getting used to a new style, a new way of doing things is difficult, and waiting for that initial feedback is torture. Every editor employs a different style of editing and each one takes adjusting to.  This invariably passes.  Once you know what to expect it&#8217;s easier&#8211;although turning in assignments is never actually easy.  But in the meantime, it&#8217;s just a lot of deep breaths.<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><b>Om Om Om<\/b><\/div>\n<p>Speaking of deep breaths, I find that when I&#8217;m doing yoga at home, instead of being of aware of the alignment of the body and of the flow of breath through my body, all I can think about is how much more dirt is on the floor compared to the last time I did yoga. And since I never clean, I always have that thought.<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><b>Boston Bloggers<\/b><\/div>\n<p>There&#8217;s a whole community of them! <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bostonblogs.com\/\">Boston Blogs<\/a>. I found it out when the woman who runs it e-mailed me to help out with Boston Nanowrimo stuff.  I am not alone in my geekdom!<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><b>The Fashionable CWITs<\/b><\/div>\n<p>The fashion show was last night.  I had a lovely dinner with Kara beforehand, and since that&#8217;s the kindest thing I can say about the evening, I&#8217;ll just end that there.<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><b>Fingers Are Ready<\/b><\/div>\n<p>I&#8217;ve started getting bits and pieces of ideas for this year&#8217;s novel. I should make an outline (from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nanowrimo.org\/index.php?s=3\">the FAQ<\/a>: &#8220;Outlines are encouraged. Notes are encouraged. Partially written chapters are punishable by death&#8221;), but I don&#8217;t seem to be.  Mainly because my ideas are too amorphous. I don&#8217;t actually have a beginning or a middle or an end. I am jotting notes here and there&#8211;the trick is to then find them when I&#8217;m ready to start writing. But I&#8217;m eager to start. Which is a good sign.  I just need to make sure the house is properly stocked with bourbon before I start. Because who can write at 3 a.m. without a glass of bourbon nearby (preferably Knob Creek or Maker&#8217;s Mark)?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My weblog seems to be generating complaints these days. Both in the form of &#8220;Go back to the old format&#8221; (which is fine, but tell me why) and the &#8220;Why didn&#8217;t you write about what we did together?&#8221; First of all, I don&#8217;t always feel like writing everything I do. 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