Exasperation
I am not having a good morning.
First, my daughter is a dog today, complete with a full compliment of shrill barks, tongue-hanging, butt-wagging and general getting-under-my-feetiness. I knew the day would be stellar when she came in the bedroom at five o' clock and whispered to me, eye-to-eye in a tiny little voice, "hi, mommy!"
yes, honey, you are a good doggie...
the puppy wants a snack?
wow, you're one smart, little puppy, showing mommy what you want like that!
I didn't know doggies ate fruit snacks... I thought they preferred graham crackers?
only BLUE fruit snacks? you must be a very particular kind of dog...
Excuse me, dog problem.
As I was saying, when I rolled over in bed groaning at an obscene hour this morning I was not a happy person. Six hours later, I'm still not very happy, considering I've had about three extra hours today and have accomplished nothing other than playing with, bathing and feeding a very needy dog and hosing around with my LJ, emphasis placed on time with the dog. I haven't even made it to the shower...
(mean mommy voice)
elizabeth, DO NOT feed jasmine the fruit snacks!
elizabeth! Real dogs are not supposed to eat plastic wrappers!
you peed? On the chair?
...
why didn't we go to the potty? we just went to the potty!?
...
Excuse me, pee problem. Where was I? Oh yes... my day. Funny... It seems a little like Groundhog Day. Heh.
So I was whinging the other day about not having a muse. The muse returned. This time it's no fluffy, cute bunny. This one grabbed hold of my jugular and clamped down for dear life.
DO NOT hit her with that goat!
I'm afraid for what that means for Tea. I think it's going to go to the nefarious unfinished projects pile. This is a bigger bunny ~ and one I'm much better suited to write. I've promised myself I'm not writing a word of it until it's fully-outlined
if. you. touch. her. with. that. goat. one. more. time. you. are. in. TIME. O-U-T.
that does not mean switch to vulture!
time. OUT.
Sorry 'bout that. Zoo animal problem. Oh yes...
... until it's fully-outlined and plotted. When I lay down last night to sleep the entire prologue fell out of my head. The entire thing. Wrote itself. And I still remember it. The hard thing? Since I promised myself I would not writing anything until the plot was completely outlined, the prologue may slip away before it's done. I hope I don't forget the main points... I can usually bring things back that way.
Is it any wonder when the day is finally over and my monster is slumbering peacefully in her bed the only thing I want to do is something easy... like read?
I don't think so.
ETA: I thought maybe writing the outline down manually in my nice, swanky new notebook might solve the problem. The dog stole my pencil and is now drawing with it in said notebook. *shrugs and sighs*
First, my daughter is a dog today, complete with a full compliment of shrill barks, tongue-hanging, butt-wagging and general getting-under-my-feetiness. I knew the day would be stellar when she came in the bedroom at five o' clock and whispered to me, eye-to-eye in a tiny little voice, "hi, mommy!"
yes, honey, you are a good doggie...
the puppy wants a snack?
wow, you're one smart, little puppy, showing mommy what you want like that!
I didn't know doggies ate fruit snacks... I thought they preferred graham crackers?
only BLUE fruit snacks? you must be a very particular kind of dog...
Excuse me, dog problem.
As I was saying, when I rolled over in bed groaning at an obscene hour this morning I was not a happy person. Six hours later, I'm still not very happy, considering I've had about three extra hours today and have accomplished nothing other than playing with, bathing and feeding a very needy dog and hosing around with my LJ, emphasis placed on time with the dog. I haven't even made it to the shower...
(mean mommy voice)
elizabeth, DO NOT feed jasmine the fruit snacks!
elizabeth! Real dogs are not supposed to eat plastic wrappers!
you peed? On the chair?
...
why didn't we go to the potty? we just went to the potty!?
...
Excuse me, pee problem. Where was I? Oh yes... my day. Funny... It seems a little like Groundhog Day. Heh.
So I was whinging the other day about not having a muse. The muse returned. This time it's no fluffy, cute bunny. This one grabbed hold of my jugular and clamped down for dear life.
DO NOT hit her with that goat!
I'm afraid for what that means for Tea. I think it's going to go to the nefarious unfinished projects pile. This is a bigger bunny ~ and one I'm much better suited to write. I've promised myself I'm not writing a word of it until it's fully-outlined
if. you. touch. her. with. that. goat. one. more. time. you. are. in. TIME. O-U-T.
that does not mean switch to vulture!
time. OUT.
Sorry 'bout that. Zoo animal problem. Oh yes...
... until it's fully-outlined and plotted. When I lay down last night to sleep the entire prologue fell out of my head. The entire thing. Wrote itself. And I still remember it. The hard thing? Since I promised myself I would not writing anything until the plot was completely outlined, the prologue may slip away before it's done. I hope I don't forget the main points... I can usually bring things back that way.
Is it any wonder when the day is finally over and my monster is slumbering peacefully in her bed the only thing I want to do is something easy... like read?
I don't think so.
ETA: I thought maybe writing the outline down manually in my nice, swanky new notebook might solve the problem. The dog stole my pencil and is now drawing with it in said notebook. *shrugs and sighs*