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Dec. 1st, 2009 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, I just did a practice watercolour. About ten minutes, quick little landscape (which is the one thing I really remember doing in art class). The sky is crap because I totally forgot how to do it proper until after it was done, and for the life of me I cannot remember how to do grass. But you know what? I didn't get so frustrated I had to stop, unlike with my writing. I think it's because painting isn't what I want to do with my life, so I'm able to have fun with it even when it's crap. Writing...even when it's good anymore, it's not fun, and goddamn I want it to be fun again. I don't know how to stop caring about the quality, tho. NaNo didn't do it. The last time I didn't care, when I managed to churn out a 400 page novel in three months, was when I was nearly-suicidal-depressed. So, you know, probably not the road to go down. But...I don't know any other way to stop stressing myself out of action about something I love. And that's probably really fucked up.
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