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megwritesYou know what I love (said with all due sarcasm) about my mind?
I love how, when I had an abundance of time and nothing much to do, my brain couldn't be arsed to come up with one measly little idea, not even a proto-idea or a psuedo-idea. Nothing. Crickets were chirping in my frontal lobe. That's how empty and vacuous it all was. I had nothing. I had to go back to an old story, because there were no new stories.
But now that I'm about to start a new job and have a buttload of revision work to do on the tower!guy story?
My brain presents me with this sparkling little gem of a story seed, now that I won't have time to even work with it until I get my schedule hammered out.
Thanks there, brain. Thanks a lot. Thanks for years of bad coordination, questionable attention spans, and laughable ability to deal with numbers. It's nice of you to give me this little gift here in the same way cats give their people gifts of dead birds and mutilated rodents. At least the cat has an excuse (and is fuzzy, good for macros and lulz).
I guess you mean well and nobody said this writing thing was for the faint of heart.
I love how, when I had an abundance of time and nothing much to do, my brain couldn't be arsed to come up with one measly little idea, not even a proto-idea or a psuedo-idea. Nothing. Crickets were chirping in my frontal lobe. That's how empty and vacuous it all was. I had nothing. I had to go back to an old story, because there were no new stories.
But now that I'm about to start a new job and have a buttload of revision work to do on the tower!guy story?
My brain presents me with this sparkling little gem of a story seed, now that I won't have time to even work with it until I get my schedule hammered out.
Thanks there, brain. Thanks a lot. Thanks for years of bad coordination, questionable attention spans, and laughable ability to deal with numbers. It's nice of you to give me this little gift here in the same way cats give their people gifts of dead birds and mutilated rodents. At least the cat has an excuse (and is fuzzy, good for macros and lulz).
I guess you mean well and nobody said this writing thing was for the faint of heart.
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Date: 2007-09-04 11:41 pm (UTC)