In case you thought my only problem was characters, I'm here today to tell you, nope, it's not. In fact, my brain seems to be a wealth of randomness, especially when it comes to blurting crazy things out. Below are a few things dedicated to my insane brain.
Online post: What does your protagonist's Normal World look like at the beginning of the story?
Online post: What does your protagonist's Normal World look like at the beginning of the story?
Brain: There was less pretty Celtic.
Me: (facepalm)
Twitter post: We're celebrating this place all week. Do you have any recommendations for the best things to see or do?
Brain: Find the portal to the fantasy world and ride dragons.
Me: In this place, not using it like a train station on your way somewhere else.
Brain: Are there dragons there we can ride?
Me: (facepalms again)
Me: I could work on the blog post now.
Brain: No wanna! I'm borrrrreddd!
Me: Or we could write that chapter.
Brain: But it takes effort and thought!
Me: Why do you look forward to writing up until I open the file?
Brain: Let's just sit here and listen to this song five thousand times.
Me: Really, it's amazing we haven't memorized it by now.
Brain: Well, if we knew the lyrics...
Me: We couldn't find the lyrics. Heaven knows we tried.
Brain: Well, there's a solution to our problem. If we just...
Me: Book one will never be finished at this rate. Come to think of it, why am I arguing with you, anyway? I could be trying to write!
Brain: You are writing. You're typing up this argument with me.
Me: I'm going to bed.
Brain: We should make an acrostic poem based on this song title.
Me: It's one o'clock.
Brain: So for 'N', we could write something like 'Night is vanquished', or...
Me: Can't we do this in the morning?
Brain: It is morning, technically. You know, it would be even cooler-looking if it was written this way. But unfortunately we lack the knowledge to do that.
Me: Mmm. (trying to ignore brain)
Brain: You know we should do? Learn a new language!
Me: Tell you what. I'll write a reminder to make this acrostic poem, and that will be that.
Brain: Why not write the poem now? And we could totally do the language thing. We just read that Duolingo is free, and...
Me: GO. TO. SLEEP.
Brain: Okay, okay. I don't know where this aggression comes from...
Me: Okay, we need to act normal. We don't want to weird anyone out.
Brain: (brings in marching band of writer's insanity)
Me: On second thought, let's scare away all of my blog and social media followers with the chaotic mess inside my head!
Me: Try to be serious for a moment.
Brain: Boogers! (giggles uncontrollably)
Me: What did I just say?
Brain: (makes farting sounds with hands)
Me: What's this song again? (clicks on it) Oh, now I remember.
Brain: Yeah, we've only said, "What's this again? Duh..." a thousand times now in regards to this song.
Me: Thanks a lot.
Brain: Why can't I recall things? (envisions banging head against the wall in frustration) BAM BAM BAM BAM
Me: What is wrong with you?
Brain: Maybe it's Maybelline. (starts singing Reliant K song)
Brain: I need a song with a different mood to it. You know, something like CRASH BOOM BANG.
Me: 'Crash boom bang'? Really, Brain? Really?
Brain: You know, like a chaotic sound?
Me: 'Crash boom bang'... (shakes head and walks away)
Me: Okay, I'm going to do this now. I'll need to be able to think and process.
(looks at it for two seconds)
Brain: Hey, can I have a vacation day?
Me: What? When?
Brain: Right now. Bye. (walks out)
Me: They say the brain finishes developing around age 25.
Brain: WHAT?! That's terrifying!
Me: Why do you say that?
Brain: Because, we should learn a Celtic language! And we really ought to do that before I stop developing!
Me: Think of a clever sentence for this story.
Brain: Xander would have given his right kidney to escape this conversation.
Me: Kidney?! Seriously?
Me: Okay, I need to write now.
Brain: How do you say "good night" in Cornish? Would it be fairly similar to Welsh, or...
Me: I think I've determined one of the reasons why I don't get stuff done.
Brain: But...
Me: No.
Me: I wrote 'cait sidhe bw' as a note for my fantasy series. What does 'bw' even stand for? 'Black and white', maybe? I don't know. Try to think of stuff.
Brain: Barry White.
Me: There are no words adequate to express how little you're helping me...
Book: His eyes saw clouds mingled with snow-capped mountains above a hidden and barren land.
Brain: Snow-capped mountains = Snowdonia = Awesome
Me: You do realize we're reading high fantasy. Meaning it's not Earth.
Brain: Snow is nice. We should go there, either to Snowdonia or to the mountains mentioned in the story.
Me: (facepalm)
Me: Let's write.
Brain: Do dragons get seasick? Can they vomit? I know horses can't vomit. Do they get seasick? If so, what do they do about it if they can't...
Me: WRITING!!! Remember that concept? Huh? Concentrate!
Twitter post: We're celebrating this place all week. Do you have any recommendations for the best things to see or do?
Brain: Find the portal to the fantasy world and ride dragons.
Me: In this place, not using it like a train station on your way somewhere else.
Brain: Are there dragons there we can ride?
Me: (facepalms again)
Me: I could work on the blog post now.
Brain: No wanna! I'm borrrrreddd!
Me: Or we could write that chapter.
Brain: But it takes effort and thought!
Me: Why do you look forward to writing up until I open the file?
Brain: Let's just sit here and listen to this song five thousand times.
Me: Really, it's amazing we haven't memorized it by now.
Brain: Well, if we knew the lyrics...
Me: We couldn't find the lyrics. Heaven knows we tried.
Brain: Well, there's a solution to our problem. If we just...
Me: Book one will never be finished at this rate. Come to think of it, why am I arguing with you, anyway? I could be trying to write!
Brain: You are writing. You're typing up this argument with me.
Me: I'm going to bed.
Brain: We should make an acrostic poem based on this song title.
Me: It's one o'clock.
Brain: So for 'N', we could write something like 'Night is vanquished', or...
Me: Can't we do this in the morning?
Brain: It is morning, technically. You know, it would be even cooler-looking if it was written this way. But unfortunately we lack the knowledge to do that.
Me: Mmm. (trying to ignore brain)
Brain: You know we should do? Learn a new language!
Me: Tell you what. I'll write a reminder to make this acrostic poem, and that will be that.
Brain: Why not write the poem now? And we could totally do the language thing. We just read that Duolingo is free, and...
Me: GO. TO. SLEEP.
Brain: Okay, okay. I don't know where this aggression comes from...
Brain: (brings in marching band of writer's insanity)
Me: On second thought, let's scare away all of my blog and social media followers with the chaotic mess inside my head!
Me: Try to be serious for a moment.
Brain: Boogers! (giggles uncontrollably)
Me: What did I just say?
Brain: (makes farting sounds with hands)
Me: What's this song again? (clicks on it) Oh, now I remember.
Brain: Yeah, we've only said, "What's this again? Duh..." a thousand times now in regards to this song.
Me: Thanks a lot.
Brain: Why can't I recall things? (envisions banging head against the wall in frustration) BAM BAM BAM BAM
Me: What is wrong with you?
Brain: Maybe it's Maybelline. (starts singing Reliant K song)
Brain: I need a song with a different mood to it. You know, something like CRASH BOOM BANG.
Me: 'Crash boom bang'? Really, Brain? Really?
Brain: You know, like a chaotic sound?
Me: 'Crash boom bang'... (shakes head and walks away)
Me: Okay, I'm going to do this now. I'll need to be able to think and process.
(looks at it for two seconds)
Brain: Hey, can I have a vacation day?
Me: What? When?
Brain: Right now. Bye. (walks out)
Me: They say the brain finishes developing around age 25.
Brain: WHAT?! That's terrifying!
Me: Why do you say that?
Brain: Because, we should learn a Celtic language! And we really ought to do that before I stop developing!
Me: Think of a clever sentence for this story.
Brain: Xander would have given his right kidney to escape this conversation.
Me: Kidney?! Seriously?
Me: Okay, I need to write now.
Brain: How do you say "good night" in Cornish? Would it be fairly similar to Welsh, or...
Me: I think I've determined one of the reasons why I don't get stuff done.
Brain: But...
Me: No.
Me: I wrote 'cait sidhe bw' as a note for my fantasy series. What does 'bw' even stand for? 'Black and white', maybe? I don't know. Try to think of stuff.
Brain: Barry White.
Me: There are no words adequate to express how little you're helping me...
Book: His eyes saw clouds mingled with snow-capped mountains above a hidden and barren land.
Brain: Snow-capped mountains = Snowdonia = Awesome
Me: You do realize we're reading high fantasy. Meaning it's not Earth.
Brain: Snow is nice. We should go there, either to Snowdonia or to the mountains mentioned in the story.
Me: (facepalm)
Me: Let's write.
Brain: Do dragons get seasick? Can they vomit? I know horses can't vomit. Do they get seasick? If so, what do they do about it if they can't...
Me: WRITING!!! Remember that concept? Huh? Concentrate!
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