My Morning Thus Far
Bob the Muse: *pokes* Hey.
Me: .....
Bob the Muse: *POKES* HEY.
Me: .... Go away. I hatechu.
Bob the Muse: *smacks* Get up, you lazy tart!
Me: *rolls over. looks at clock. groans* Are you out of your damn mind? It's five am.
Bob the Muse: Greatness does not recognize time of day.
Me: Yeah, well writers do. Go away.
Bob the Muse: *POKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKE*
Me: ARGH, HOW I HATECHU!
Bob the Muse: Get. Up.
Me: But it's FIVE AM! ON A SUNDAY! WE WERE UP UNTIL ONE!
Bob the Muse: Yeah, but we've got something like 7000 words to make up in order to finish on time and I just got a brilliant idea to help with that. So get your ass up already.
Me: Oh, alright fine! I'm up, Computer is on at five in the damn morning on a Sunday -- my only day off, I'd like to add. Hit me with your idea.
Bob the Muse: Uh ... um ... hurr....
Me: *glares* You forgot didn't you, you bastard?
Bob the Muse: There's a very real possibility that I did, yes. But I've been trying for HOURS to wake you up.
Me: I know. I was trying to ignore you.
Bob the Muse: Then it's your fault I forgot, you silly bitch. Now get writing.
Me: BUT WITH WHAT?!?!
Bob the Muse: You figure something out. *smirks*
And that, dear friends, is how my morning has rolled so far. It is now 6:37 am, my eyes are burning, but I can't fall asleep again because thoughts of NaNo are buzzing in my head. I'd finish the edit I'm doing for a friend, but my brain function is not anywhere near to being on par for editing purposes. I have another four hours before the bookstore opens and I can spend the day there pouring money into caffeine and things that are not diet approved.
Remember when I said NaNo wasn't bad? Yeah... I forgot about week three.
Me: .....
Bob the Muse: *POKES* HEY.
Me: .... Go away. I hatechu.
Bob the Muse: *smacks* Get up, you lazy tart!
Me: *rolls over. looks at clock. groans* Are you out of your damn mind? It's five am.
Bob the Muse: Greatness does not recognize time of day.
Me: Yeah, well writers do. Go away.
Bob the Muse: *POKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKE*
Me: ARGH, HOW I HATECHU!
Bob the Muse: Get. Up.
Me: But it's FIVE AM! ON A SUNDAY! WE WERE UP UNTIL ONE!
Bob the Muse: Yeah, but we've got something like 7000 words to make up in order to finish on time and I just got a brilliant idea to help with that. So get your ass up already.
Me: Oh, alright fine! I'm up, Computer is on at five in the damn morning on a Sunday -- my only day off, I'd like to add. Hit me with your idea.
Bob the Muse: Uh ... um ... hurr....
Me: *glares* You forgot didn't you, you bastard?
Bob the Muse: There's a very real possibility that I did, yes. But I've been trying for HOURS to wake you up.
Me: I know. I was trying to ignore you.
Bob the Muse: Then it's your fault I forgot, you silly bitch. Now get writing.
Me: BUT WITH WHAT?!?!
Bob the Muse: You figure something out. *smirks*
And that, dear friends, is how my morning has rolled so far. It is now 6:37 am, my eyes are burning, but I can't fall asleep again because thoughts of NaNo are buzzing in my head. I'd finish the edit I'm doing for a friend, but my brain function is not anywhere near to being on par for editing purposes. I have another four hours before the bookstore opens and I can spend the day there pouring money into caffeine and things that are not diet approved.
Remember when I said NaNo wasn't bad? Yeah... I forgot about week three.