This LJ is designed to tell people about the group project process. Well, I think this involves being truthful about the difficulties as well.
I am still fully committed to doing this project. However, my timing was probably not the best. Most of our members participate in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month for those who are not aware) and so we're all taking a break from thinking about CWN for at least a month. It's true, organising things like this *is* like herding cats. Everyone has very different schedules, and we also have to take some time to organise things before we do them. I'm a firm believer in planning things properly before you do them, or at least *while* you do them and before you finish.
The project will still continue. Just, I'm not quite sure when right now. And I guess that's something that happens to a lot of group projects, as well as to writers individually. 'Real Life' just catches up with you sometimes.
On that note, here is a poem, written by a 19th century Australian poet. It's nice to know that writers now and writers then have similar motives, experiences and problems!
Oh the ballad writer rose
Snorting slaughter down his nose
And he drew his pen as though it were a sword
And he dashed it in the ink
Nor a moment paused to think
As the livid lines across the page he scored
Now he wrote of blood and death
While his sulpherated breath
Made the letters dance with tiny flames of blue
And his greenish rolling eyes glaring twice their usual size
Peopled vacancy with warriors strong and true.
“How much longer will you be, c’mon down to have your tea!
Why the mischief can’t you come down when you’re told?
It’s standing in the pot, come and have it while it’s hot
And the sausages are very nearly cold!”
"yes, I’m coming now, my dear” gasped the poet blanched with fear
And the eye that lately flamed was soft and weak
In those accents loud and shrill spoke a warrior woman’s will
And to tea there slunk a poet mild and meek.