Day 130.1: Tired and Lonely
Sep. 23rd, 2024 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunshowerdandelionSometimes there are days like these when I laugh too loud and am reminded of my not having anyone to share it with.I think personally this feeling, along with the related feeling of having read something amazingly profound and not having anyone to share that with, is among the loneliest feelings. I firmly believe that joy seeks out friends.
I really need to sit down and outline the substantial parts of my fic and not be 'writing in place'. These days I go home very tired unfortunately. Not much Seiran today, sorry.
The only read antidote I have is to read about people suffering from the same thing. Anita Brookner (who once said she was the loneliest writer in Britain)! Winesburg, Ohio (specifically two stories: An Adventure, and Surrender)! Death of the Heart! The last parts of Rosamond Lehmann's Dusty Answer! And of course my beloved Carson: Correspondence, a short story she wrote while waiting for Reeves McCullers to write to her, is my favorite for these situations.
I'm also constantly on the lookout for more media like the above: Paul Delvaux's painting, The Village of the Mermaids, gives me the same kind of deathly sweet melancholy - it's the woman in green, who I'm sure is a mermaid. If someone reads this, I accept all recommendations.
Now come to me, melancholy.
I really need to sit down and outline the substantial parts of my fic and not be 'writing in place'. These days I go home very tired unfortunately. Not much Seiran today, sorry.
The only read antidote I have is to read about people suffering from the same thing. Anita Brookner (who once said she was the loneliest writer in Britain)! Winesburg, Ohio (specifically two stories: An Adventure, and Surrender)! Death of the Heart! The last parts of Rosamond Lehmann's Dusty Answer! And of course my beloved Carson: Correspondence, a short story she wrote while waiting for Reeves McCullers to write to her, is my favorite for these situations.
I'm also constantly on the lookout for more media like the above: Paul Delvaux's painting, The Village of the Mermaids, gives me the same kind of deathly sweet melancholy - it's the woman in green, who I'm sure is a mermaid. If someone reads this, I accept all recommendations.
Now come to me, melancholy.
