Comments on: Earning The Right to Be Jealous

By: faustbanana

faustbanana — Wed, 30 Jan 2013 20:48:08 +0000

@j-i-a I would LOVE to see what resulted from all her grave, fitful daily writing sessions.

By: mannequinhands

mannequinhands — Wed, 30 Jan 2013 19:18:29 +0000

@Fig. 1 Literal LOL for that joke.

By: Reginal T. Squirge

Reginal T. Squirge — Wed, 30 Jan 2013 18:54:08 +0000

“OF everyone”, I guess.

By: Reginal T. Squirge

Reginal T. Squirge — Wed, 30 Jan 2013 17:57:50 +0000

I don’t even need to exercise any more. I just burn all my calories feeling jealous for everyone.

By: Fig. 1

Fig. 1 — Wed, 30 Jan 2013 17:38:18 +0000

So…your real name is Mike Damn?

By: Lauren

Lauren — Wed, 30 Jan 2013 17:30:03 +0000

@j-i-a Jia. I love you.

By: DickensianCat

DickensianCat — Wed, 30 Jan 2013 16:59:53 +0000

@j-i-a When I become overwhelmed, I artfully arrange my snacks around me during my Real Housewives of Atlanta marathon. When the chair is beginning to get warm, I realize I must be sitting on one of the Hot Pockets again. YMMV,obvy!

By: j-i-a

j-i-a — Wed, 30 Jan 2013 15:24:25 +0000

The period after you answered my letter felt a lot like the last line of Samuel Beckett’s The Unnamable: “You must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.” This is not a question; it’s a snapshot of my life since I got “Sugared.” Every day, I was sure I would not be able to write—yet by the end of each day, I had written.”

Oh, that good old chestnut: “Treat Writing As If It Were A Precious and Desperately Vital Existential Proposition Rather Than What It Is, Which Is Just Writing”

And here: When I become overwhelmed with all that I feel and everything I must say—it is almost too much that I must artfully arrange the internal mess—when the feelings are firing and the chair is beginning to get warm and the words are positioning themselves…

MY GOD.