You know how you're in the mood, and not in the mood, at the same time? To write, I mean?
Yeah, that. That's a mood of its own, you know. Probably the French have a name for it. Shit, they have ennui, and we only get 'bored'. Though, some argue ennui is just 'bored' with a frilly white sauce and some thinly sliced shallots.
Whatever. I've got that too-little-sleep mini-headache, but I'm just not ready to tear myself away from the computer and, y'know...rest.
So, as a distraction, let us ponder the great questions of Life: should I write a Western featuring the cast of SG-1? And if I do, should Maybourne, aka 'Black Bart', redeem himself, more or less (or at least, you know, give someone a compliment), before dying tragically? And further, should it be a spaghetti western, or something more glossy like Sharon Stone in The Quick and The Dead? Decisions, decisions. Or should I just do the Gunfight at the OK Corral? And if so, which version, Burt Lancaster or "Tombstone" with Kurt Russell?
Or, hell, should I go work on any of a host of legitimate WIPs? Where legitimate, admittedly, is defined as "a line of dialogue exists already"?
Hmmm.
See? I'm flipping channels in my head with a little remote control connected to...something. I don't actually want to write anything, or even angst about writing. I just want to be funny without actually working at it. *Yawn*.
Good to know.
Well in that case,
( pure sap )
Why are the Joy of Sex and the Joy of Cooking two separate books, again?
Yeah, that. That's a mood of its own, you know. Probably the French have a name for it. Shit, they have ennui, and we only get 'bored'. Though, some argue ennui is just 'bored' with a frilly white sauce and some thinly sliced shallots.
Whatever. I've got that too-little-sleep mini-headache, but I'm just not ready to tear myself away from the computer and, y'know...rest.
So, as a distraction, let us ponder the great questions of Life: should I write a Western featuring the cast of SG-1? And if I do, should Maybourne, aka 'Black Bart', redeem himself, more or less (or at least, you know, give someone a compliment), before dying tragically? And further, should it be a spaghetti western, or something more glossy like Sharon Stone in The Quick and The Dead? Decisions, decisions. Or should I just do the Gunfight at the OK Corral? And if so, which version, Burt Lancaster or "Tombstone" with Kurt Russell?
Or, hell, should I go work on any of a host of legitimate WIPs? Where legitimate, admittedly, is defined as "a line of dialogue exists already"?
Hmmm.
See? I'm flipping channels in my head with a little remote control connected to...something. I don't actually want to write anything, or even angst about writing. I just want to be funny without actually working at it. *Yawn*.
Good to know.
Well in that case,
( pure sap )
Why are the Joy of Sex and the Joy of Cooking two separate books, again?