Writer's Block: Left Behind

[j00licious]

Cremated and scattered in the ocean.

...EVERY ocean.

(okay, I made that last bit up.)

Also: no crying. Okay, if people want to cry at my memorial service I GUESS that's okay. But at the after party? Oh no. No crying allowed. I'm thinking of having a room set aside for weepy people, with a pre-recorded streaming video of me telling them how much of a

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[thiefofdreams]

I fully intend on having the biggest blowout of my life after my life is over. We're talking about a full-on Irish bash. No crying allowed, and if the single people who attend don't get laid that night with someone they meet at it, I will come haunt them and express my displeasure at their extreme lack of game.

[j00licious]

Hell YES

[midnightranter]

You BASTARD, you took my idea! And I've got the Irish family to pull it off.

Julia, read the first bits of Trinity, that'll give you a clear idea of what I mean.

[gonadsandstrife]

The best funerals I've gone to were awesome parties. One was a luau.

[j00licious]

All of the funerals I've attended have just been... sad. Even the dinner get-togethers afterward were solemn. To hell with that, I say.

[thiefofdreams]

Also, my cure for writer's block: stop thinking about it. Or rather, stop thinking about it consciously. Let your subconscious do the walking. After you work your ideas or whatever you have over and over for a period of time, go lay down in bed and stare at the ceiling, go take a bath, go relax and think of nothing and just clear your head. You'd be surprised how many of my ideas have come in one of these handful of situations.

[zumjay]

Right on, mama.