My current super secret project is kicking my butt.  It is one of those where I know exactly what I want to write.  The problem is, the brain isn’t cooperating with the fingers on the keyboard.  Instead of telling the story, it’s sitting there going “neener, neener” and blowing raspberries.  And I am not amused, especially not with a deadline staring down at me.

I’ve tried bribing it with chocolate and coffee, good beer and even the last of the Port Sarah brought me and all to no avail.  I’m into threats now.  I’ve told my brain to cooperate or I’d go find the friendly neighborhood zombie and let it have a snack.  And you know what?  My brain laughed at me, telling me the zombie is a vegan.

Vegan!  Has the world gone mad?  Or is it just me?

Yes, I’m rambling.  See what happens when the brain decides not to play nice?

Maybe if I promise it can write some more in the Origins universe if it will just let me get 10k words done today?  What do you think?


  1. Apparently your subconscious doesn’t agree about “knowing exactly what you want to write.” I hate it when my sub can’t get through to me.

    (We need some different way of denoting paraphasing instead of quoting.)

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