In which, as usual, I panic long before panic is required
Monday Evening
Brain: words words words words words words
Megan: The End! And they all lived, uh, in various if not necessarily happy ways after. Hurray, sense of accomplishment!
Brain: ...
Megan: My brain appears to have run out of words. Huh.
Tuesday
Brain: ...
Megan: MY BRAIN HAS NO WORDS. omg omg I must pester everyone on Twitter about this! What will I write? I don't even think I have a proper fandom right now! Alas, alack, and otherwise woe!
Brain: ... >:-D
Megan: Whatever, I shall relax and take a hiatus from writing. It'll be good for me.
Tuesday, MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
Megan: *attempting to sleep*
Brain: ... WORDS WORDS WORDS WORDS WORDS WORDS
Megan: Your timing makes me suspect you are mostly comprised of pure evil.
Ours is a turbulent relationship, I tell you.
Speaking of words and things I've yapped about on Twitter, I appear to have signed up for a local writers' group. First meeting is next week, and although they seem to be pretty casual over the summer months, their valiant leader looks to be taking it seriously enough that it won't be exactly like that group I tried to join when I was a teenager a bunch of folks meeting to discuss bodice-rippers and the exploits of their children and calling it a 'writing' group. Heh. I guess we'll find out.
Brain: words words words words words words
Megan: The End! And they all lived, uh, in various if not necessarily happy ways after. Hurray, sense of accomplishment!
Brain: ...
Megan: My brain appears to have run out of words. Huh.
Tuesday
Brain: ...
Megan: MY BRAIN HAS NO WORDS. omg omg I must pester everyone on Twitter about this! What will I write? I don't even think I have a proper fandom right now! Alas, alack, and otherwise woe!
Brain: ... >:-D
Megan: Whatever, I shall relax and take a hiatus from writing. It'll be good for me.
Tuesday, MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
Megan: *attempting to sleep*
Brain: ... WORDS WORDS WORDS WORDS WORDS WORDS
Megan: Your timing makes me suspect you are mostly comprised of pure evil.
Ours is a turbulent relationship, I tell you.
Speaking of words and things I've yapped about on Twitter, I appear to have signed up for a local writers' group. First meeting is next week, and although they seem to be pretty casual over the summer months, their valiant leader looks to be taking it seriously enough that it won't be exactly like that group I tried to join when I was a teenager a bunch of folks meeting to discuss bodice-rippers and the exploits of their children and calling it a 'writing' group. Heh. I guess we'll find out.