tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post116238810147391994..comments2024-01-26T10:20:37.836+00:00Comments on Diary of a Goldfish: Status: DisconnectedThe Goldfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213378454070776331noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post-1162571949408352892006-11-03T16:39:00.000+00:002006-11-03T16:39:00.000+00:00Thanks folks, your comments are very valuable to m...Thanks folks, your comments are very valuable to me. :-)The Goldfishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15213378454070776331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post-1162525566118508052006-11-03T03:46:00.000+00:002006-11-03T03:46:00.000+00:00Yep, resonates here too...when you have to redefin...Yep, resonates here too...when you have to redefine "productive" or lose that word altogether for something "other"<BR/><BR/>...it's hard to get used to...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post-1162432481814097862006-11-02T01:54:00.000+00:002006-11-02T01:54:00.000+00:00Your paragraph: "Part of it is this particular typ...Your paragraph: "Part of it is this particular type of boredom ..." really resonated with me right now, as I'm going through a period of recurring chronic infection that has, well, that effect on me. Particularly the sentence about "and yet it's not as if I am in a depression where I have lost interest in anything, so I get very frustrated".<BR/><BR/>Thank you. It's cliche and trite, but this short post really hit me deep down. My disability has not had this kind of an effect on my ability to be productive until recently, so figuring out what it all means to me is something that I'm struggling with still.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post-1162410902739252462006-11-01T19:55:00.000+00:002006-11-01T19:55:00.000+00:00For whatever it's worth, I would add that even und...For whatever it's worth, I would add that even under "ideal" circumstances (whatever the heck those might be), it's not at all easy to finish a book, nor is it easy to keep oneself active and engaged with one's writing-- let alone other people-- when you work alone at home every day. (Which I do as well, though admittedly by choice; I cannot claim to have faced anything like the difficulties you regularly do.) It's perfectly understandable to prefer interaction with others locking oneself away to write, write, and write. I'd argue that such engagement is vital to keeping oneself <I>wanting</I> to write, as much as writing as regularly as you're able is necessary, even if the result is only a paragraph or two.<BR/><BR/>Writing a novel is a slow, frustrating process in any case; sometimes one has to be satisfied with a drop in the ocean, but I think that engaging with others can often increase the frequency of those drops. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post-1162404298982457632006-11-01T18:04:00.000+00:002006-11-01T18:04:00.000+00:00Which is a great irony. On an exceptionally good d...<B>Which is a great irony. On an exceptionally good day, I might happily lock myself up with my work and not think of other people. On a bad day, when I am least able to communicate and completely unable to hold a meaningful conversation, I want that more than anything. </B><BR/><BR/>I'm new to your site (Hi, Goldfish!), but this really hit a chord for me. When I am having a horrid day, healthwise, is when I most want someone to come and sit by me and hold my hand, or rub my forehead until I go to sleep. And it's on those days that my pain is so bad, I would cry at the slightest touch. Or my brain is too fogged to ask for it. Or my mood is so gloomy that no one wants to be in my company. <BR/><BR/>So, thanks for saying it. And know that there are some who understand it, deep down, too.Never That Easyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04008749218695113192noreply@blogger.com