I’ve had a headache since Thursday night. I’d very much appreciate it if Bob would drill a hole in the side of my head to release some pressure, but he refuses to do it.
Whatever, dude.
What.
Ever.
It was probably a bit overly ambitious of me to start three new writing projects in the span of a week, but I’ve written a collective 24,000 words on those three projects so shut-up.
Sure that means the other…four projects I’ve been hammering on this year have dropped off the map (for now), but WRITING.
I always have to go back to my writing directory to see how many projects there are in the “current” pipeline, because I really have no idea without looking. I jump from project to project so much, I can’t keep track of it all.
Probably why I never finish anything.
One project is destined to be a problem because I don’t have a clear picture of where things should end.
One project has the promising potential to be a short story, granted I can figure out how to shut up.
The third…is not so much anything with potential, just a purge of some crazy rolling around in my head.
Which makes me realize, all of my “Never See the Light of Day” projects are really just that:
A brain purge.
I get these ideas for conversations between characters that don’t have a place anywhere else. It’s usually completely banal and inane crap, but it’s also usually what I have the most fun writing. Even if it’s completely awful.
“Are you purposely trying to avoid me?”
“As much as I’d like to say yes to that question, no I’m not purposely trying to avoid you. You just happened to show up at a very inconvenient time in my life.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
She frowned, surprised by the sincerity in his question. The smoldering gaze was softening into one of concern.
“Well I’d appreciate it if you’d dislodge your boner from my hip. But other than that—there’s not much you could do for me.”
He took a fraction of a step back, but didn’t remove his hand from her waist. She felt a drastic shift in his demeanor, from possessive lust to protective concern.
What is with this guy?
Some things are only funny to me.
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