Fond Memories of Muffins
As per my twitters, I realized this morning that another problem I've been having with the writing is a lack of exhaustion. Aside from my preference for a spartan environment (not much distracting cute stuff; very little furniture), I also do much better with the fiction when my common sense is impaired. At least, that where I get my best ideas from. I hold it as a truism that all the best fiction comes from the minds of basketcases. They have a good, firm grasp on the seriousness of absurdity.
I think I need to go insane a little, then do my editing afterwards.
Apologies to anyone near me for the next few days/weeks/months. I may seem a bit different (or not, depending) as I try to relax my cortical-sphincter enough to let some of the wildling shit bubble through (sans the psychological laxatives). I'll take the nervous looks from my coworker/bossperson (I was just giggling out loud) as a good sign.
In study, dry is good.
In fiction everything should be inappropriately juicy.
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In reference to the title of this post, I was just thinking about (of all people) Rhae, and a strange incident involving muffins I had bought at the Teeter. It reminded me that before we tried to live together, she and I got along (probably from our mutual understanding regarding the depth of our respective psychoses). I do miss that, and hope she's well.
You too, Jessie.
You too, Sandra.
:D~
I think I need to go insane a little, then do my editing afterwards.
Apologies to anyone near me for the next few days/weeks/months. I may seem a bit different (or not, depending) as I try to relax my cortical-sphincter enough to let some of the wildling shit bubble through (sans the psychological laxatives). I'll take the nervous looks from my coworker/bossperson (I was just giggling out loud) as a good sign.
In study, dry is good.
In fiction everything should be inappropriately juicy.
---
In reference to the title of this post, I was just thinking about (of all people) Rhae, and a strange incident involving muffins I had bought at the Teeter. It reminded me that before we tried to live together, she and I got along (probably from our mutual understanding regarding the depth of our respective psychoses). I do miss that, and hope she's well.
You too, Jessie.
You too, Sandra.
:D~