Writing: A short story held a gun to my head yesterday and said, “Write me or die.” So I jotted some notes, brainstormed key words, found “the soundtrack,” and surfed the net to learn about the Wyandotte Nation and Medusa. The backbrain did its connect-the-dots thingy while my frontbrain asked “What if?” a few times too many.
Now, I’m completely overwhelmed. The quantity of research I’ll have to do, the descent into madness that must occur to get the mood just right… *sigh* Shorts are supposed to be pithy little projects.
Bugs: Stink bugs stink bugs stink bugs. And the Raid can claimed to be “unscented.” It lied. A very pungent evening was had by all.
Work: I’m going to enroll a record LOW for this period. Corporate is not happy. Hopefully, I’ll get laid off so I can be a burden to society for 6 months while writing.
Happy Thursday! *waves to flist*
Now, I’m completely overwhelmed. The quantity of research I’ll have to do, the descent into madness that must occur to get the mood just right… *sigh* Shorts are supposed to be pithy little projects.
Bugs: Stink bugs stink bugs stink bugs. And the Raid can claimed to be “unscented.” It lied. A very pungent evening was had by all.
Work: I’m going to enroll a record LOW for this period. Corporate is not happy. Hopefully, I’ll get laid off so I can be a burden to society for 6 months while writing.
Happy Thursday! *waves to flist*